I am in love with a robot.
That's quite simply the only way to describe it.
Because although the robot wears His clothes, and says what He would say, I never actually see Him.
I never hear His voice, I don't get to look into His eyes, it has been so long since I felt the touch of His hands...
Therefore, the only way that I can describe my relationship with him, is that I am in love with a robot. Or more accurately, my mobile phone. Because my phone offers me the comfort of His words when I can't hear them. It shows me a picture of His face when I can't see Him. And as I fall asleep at night, the feel of it in my hand replaces the need to hold His hand.
The loud chick in the corner.
With the big eyes.
And the notebook in her bag.
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