You find yourself wishing for that day to come. Silently yearning for that boy to sweep you off your feet with everything he says and does. His alto voice will make you swoon and his firm (yet gentle) hands will caress your lonely, longing body. He will speak of how Venus loved Jupiter but ended up making love to Saturn's rings. and you will follow his every word. breathless. He will take you dancing in clover fields and feed you cold sandwiches he haphazardly made this morning. He will call you when you are down and he will call you when you are happy. He will wait with you and he will wait for you. He will listen, he will console, he will understand. He will leave you alone when you want to be (not that you would ever want him to) and he will surprise you with bluebells and waffles. He will never make you feel inferior and when he does, he will apologise, and convince you that you're the most beautiful girl in the universe. he will make you believe it. He will stand up for you. He will give you butterflies and bee stings. He will not be afraid to kiss your mouth after you've gone down on him. He would never make you cry. He will know his boundaries. He will love you; as you love him too. Twice as much, thrice. infinite times more.

He does not exist.