She decided that since she didn’t have anyone to love her, she’d create one, a perfect lover, who would fill in till she found him for real. She’d talk to her love, she’d make him little things, tiny gifts and wrap them and keep them in small boxes that would be kept in another, bigger paper bag labeled ‘for the future’. She would have him have all these quirks and habits that she’d grow to love and her own noises would be adored by him. She’d love him so much that when she met other guys, outside of her head, she’d end up comparing them to her love and rejecting them. So she’d be stuck with a figment of her imagination forever because no one else could hold a candle to his perfection.
She shopped for paper bags that evening.