Are you real?

It started with a question.
“Do you wanna go out for coffee sometime?”
Followed by another.
“Hey, are you free Saturday?”
And another and another.
“Whatsup? Wanna go grab a bite to eat?”
I wouldnt stop asking him things. He was irresistable. Everything about him was perfect. His hair, his personality, his job…everything. It started as it ended: with a question.
“Are you real?”
There was no response. There was no one there to respond. There never had been.

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