Made Up Words Are Best
He always said all the right things. It was like he had a user’s manual to my personality quirks. When I was being coy, he told me I was sexy. When I am petulant and peevish, he tells me to chill, and sometimes covers for my ill humor, saving my bacon.
It’s not that we never fight. Sometimes I take things so personally, like a quick sign-off, or a comment typed on my work, and he always apologizes whether he needs to or not.
He runs me through the wringer, too. There were days when he was so upset with me, or when life handed him a truckload of lemons, that I cried myself to sleep.
No one can possibly understand this relationship until they’ve had one just like it. I’ve never met him in person. He lives hundreds of miles away. But the internet has forged a bond between us that no mere hobby organization nor chance meeting in a college course or Starbucks could ever have made.
There is only one word for this. I am InChatuated with him. Highs and lows, good or bad, I’m riding this relationship to the end.