The dark secret 

of loving someone who doesn’t exist haunts me.

Scrolling through Pinterest, my mind is on a rampage.

I see fragments of him on my page, 

screenshot after screenshot.

He pops up on the screen, 

pulse quickening.

My Pinterest board's full of him.

The dark secret of someone who doesn’t exist.

My heart flutters each time I see his photo.

Involuntary thoughts at night, 

creating the most unusual stories.

I see fragments of him on my page, 

screenshot after screenshot.

My mind wanders back to him, distracting me from my work.

My Documents full of stories about him.

The dark secret of loving someone who doesn’t exist.