You don’t know when it began. It was some time ago, when you felt at an all time low and as you drowned in your loneliness, you took out a pen and began writing. The words came to you easily, as they were inspired by everything you ever wanted.

And then he was created.

Out of ink and paper, he was born. He was older than you, but he looked five years younger. He could take care of you, and you could take care of him. He was cute, but y, sweet, but tough. He was your ideal man.

But shhhh, no one can know you’re g-a-y.

Imagine what would happen then. Your father would beat you and kick you out, disown you and pretend you weren’t even born. Your mother would cry as she burns all the pictures she ever owned of you. Your friends would shun you, and the school might even kick you out.

So now it was your little secret that no one could know about. That’s why you had to create someone, instead. Because you know that you could never, ever have a real lover.

The thing you wonder about is when he came to life. When something lifeless and flat came to life, a third-dimensional being who you could touch, hold, and kiss. Everything you yearned for but could never have was now sleeping beside you every night, protecting you from all that tried to harm you.

And the best part about it was that no one else could see him.