Poetic

As if he knows my love for the written word, he starts reciting a beautiful poem.
It tells of his feelings, how much he misses me, that I fill his dreams and subconscious.
And at the end of the poem, he holds me in his embrace. Finally. Together.

It was sweet, and eloquent. It was out of the blue.

Whose it is? I ask.

"Timis," he says.

"He's my favorite poet."

I start to melt a little. Handsome and a Romantic. I've really hit the jackpot.

"............  my favorite poet since 5 minutes ago," he continues without blinking.
"I just Googled it."
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Oh, u should trust men to always give such a anticlimactic answer. (+____+')