I miss him

 

I am tired.

Tired of talking to people who are not who they say they are.

So tired that when I had the chance to talk to the real man I almost turned him down.

And then I discovered I didn't have much to say. I already said it all to the imposters.

I miss my last imposter. We had so much in common. We read the same books, liked the same music, and they just seemed like an all around great person, but they felt I betrayed them and they are gone.

Forever I guess.

Will it be as satisfying to talk to the real guy? I don't know yet. I hope so, but I doubt he will ever have as much time to devote to me as my sweet imposter. The Man Himself is very kind, but I would love chatting with my old imposter even if his name was something else.

I miss him, or her. Whoever they are.