A Fictionalized Version of Myself: Woman Seeking Woman

I want you to be kind of like me, but not enough that people know who You are.  You should be me, but also not me, maybe more of who I want to be than who I actually am.  For example, You should be the kind of person who drinks coffee with a dash of half and half at four in the afternoon because You can handle your caffeine, but not the kind of person who likes to listen in on conversations that You really should not be privy to.  You should be satisfying but not sweet, refreshing to the palate but not overpowering.  I would also like You to be so strong that no one will ever pick a fight with you, but willing to sit down and cry when a day really sucks and you have no explanation as to why.

A Tangible Recreation of My Old Self: Woman Seeking Anyone

I want you to be the old me.  But (and this is important to note) I don’t want you to be the real old me, I want you to be the old me that I made up.  You have mahogany branches twisted into your hair and a slab of marble in place of a stomach.  This means that you always do your dishes, never raise your voice in public, and make snarky comments that people around you don’t notice.  You are well-liked, and understand exactly where you stand with people.  Your tear ducts produce rose petals instead of water.  You trick others into thinking that you know who they are, and (you don’t know this) end up tricking yourself too.  You must have skin and hair that feels cool to the touch, but I want your insides to stick together, grainy like cotton candy after it’s been left in the sun for too long. 

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