Napoleon

We built versions of each other in our heads

I checked your Instagram, you know

Scrolling through photos

Trying to build a personality out of a Fleshy winemaker

my hands somehow having the precision of a brain surgeon, as I scroll through your profile

like any good spy… leave no remains

dare he find out how his presence has intrigued me

What is his life like? Does he work in the fields ? Why is he single ? Is it lonely ? Does he pay his workers well ? Oh he has a golden ! Why is he single ?

My brain providing satiable responses to questions I would never get the answer to

Trying to see the through junctures that make up this elegant facade

Artisanal Craftsmanship and eloquent labor which his profile so clearly signified

When we were introduced to our tour guide, the second topic of discussion was

the ownerrrrrrrr

"he is very attractive, you will see him later, she said"

Not, where are you coming from ? Or, how was your travel?

I thought, hun, I wonder if he knows he is part of the Airbnb experience

I still believe the tour guide longs for his hand in matrimony

I guess you can call me a masochist

because…

I still want to meet her

I want to meet your version of me

I bet her eyes are brighter, her comments are wittier, and she is probably a little shorter as well

Less awkward

Better french

Even knowing what unmasking can do to a heart

I still wouldn't mind knowing

I wouldn't mind the pain of knowing you are nothing like the version I have in my head

Or seeing the disappoint in your crescent shaped eyes as you learn

I am not like her either

I suppose the best kind of love stories are the ones that get to keep their fantasy