POV

He calls me cute

But I think about all the ways I am not

And I dread the day he finally finds out

He tells me I'm beautiful

I think about all the ugly parts of me

That will make me just so

I try to push these thoughts out of my mind

He would tell me they don't belong there

I would feel guilty and ashamed for ever having had them

For how could someone so beautiful love me

But he's human just like me

All the parts of himself he despises, I accept with open arms

And a strong heart

One does not enter the battle unfortified

And love surely is a battlefield

One simply has to decide if they are ready

To join the fight

And who they are fighting for

He tells me I'm problematic

I try not to chuckle

How could I be problematic

I'm the solution to every one of my issues

He tells me I'm problematic because

Never in his life has he met someone so intricately woven together

Every piece has a piece

And every part has a part

To play

He says it would take him forever to decode me

He says it with a smile on his face

He wants to spend forever with me

Only problem is...He's not real. But I am