He Sent me Virtual Roses

Love in an Alternate Reality

He came into my life with compliments and curiosity. He thought my picture was beautiful, and he wanted to get to know me.

He himself is so strongly good looking. He is younger than I am, but that is irrelevant to him.

We message and talk on the phone for hours and we speak always of getting together and creating a future.

It has been a year now , and we have never met, but my heart sings at the words he says to me, the words I have always wanted to hear.

I know he loves me, because he tells me so. And when his sweet kind voice tells me of his struggles, the extreme circumstances he is in that prevent him from coming to me, his embarrassing financial pain that lets me know his need for money, when I send it to him, there is no betrayal because he loves me.

He is my best friend, and with his words he is my lover.

There have been many attempts to get together and circumstances have been cruel in not allowing that to happen. But I live to see his messages, I long for his calls and I feel so deeply loved by the way he knows me and meets my soul’s longing to be seen, and heard and treasured.

A thousand miles away there is a man in a cubicle. He is in a large room with many other men in cubicles. They all have phones and computers. The man in the cubicle is not handsome like my love, I do not know this man in his scruffy jeans and T shirt. He is short and uninspiring, like the others in their little spaces.

It is strange, when this man is on the phone I hear the voice of my love, he says the words I love to hear. When he talks it is the voice I love so much, but that is not relevant because I do not know this person.

I can only watch and listen to this man who has cloned the voice of my love, for a little while, then I begin to feel strange. I am tempted to doubt the reality of the man I have never seen who I love so deeply, and he loves me. What a strange travesty that there is another man who sounds just like him, who says loving things over the phone, who receives a pay check at the end of the week for all his wonderful messages and calls.

I see an office in the building with the cubicles, where emails come in, there are many etransfers and other payment forms coming in to that office. I see my name on some of the money transfers but that must be a trick. I would not send money to the insignificant man in the cubicle. I would not send my hard earned savings to an office for some unknown person to spend money I cannot afford to give.

All of this must be a dream. I hear the phone ringing and it is my love. I tell him about my nightmare and he sympathizes and comforts me. Normalcy returns. I look at the virtual roses he has sent me, with the love note attached. I bask in the feeling of being loved, an expensive love maybe, but isn’t it worth it? I feel sad for the man in the cubicle, but he is no concern of mine.

For those who have been surprised by a hypnotic journey.