Long distance relationship

He was magnetic. She could never help herself whenever he was near. Her eyes searched for him and locked on to his sight as if for the first time.

He was mesmerizing. A quick look was never quick. She wanted more. She never had enough.

He was huge. His presence screamed, "Look at me!" But he never had to say it. She did anyway.

He was always there somewhere, even when she couldn't see him. The only one she knew would always be there.

He was new every time.  She looked at him in wonder to discover new details.

He cheated. He didn't mind showing himself to others. He was never for her to keep.

He was distant. Her laments went unanswered. He didn't respond.

And still she loved him. When everyone was asleep, she'd sneak out her bed to be with him. She reached out to him as if to stroke him. She sang him songs, told him her deepest secrets and desires.

But he was never truly with her. Such was the curse of the perfect lover. So real and so imaginary at the same time.