The One in Minnesota

     I've never been this open about myself with anyone before. I get how we met, I'm just not sure how he became my best friend.
     I've never met him in person. The only reason I even have an idea about what he looks like is because of Facebook. My goodness, he is gorgeous. We talk about visiting each other, but I'm pretty certain that it's just talk. Sure, if I could afford it, I'd go see him, but last I checked he was seeing someone.
     I love him as my best friend. Yeah, he's hot and I'd totally take him home if I didn't know him. I do know him though. I tell him secrets that I wouldn't ever tell anyone else. I think he does the same for me. Sometimes he sings to me over Snapchat, and it makes my heart melt. He makes me want to be more creative. He tells me that I am capable of anything I set my heart to. I believe him.
     Since I started talking to him, I've started taking creative writing courses, I've bought a fairly large keyboard, and I've begun poetry again. I still suck at all of the above, but he's convinced me not to quit anything I love doing.
     I don't know whether I love him, or if he's just the best friend I've ever had.

The British One

     This one never had a chance. He's a good person. He's reliable and sweet. He's also super pervy and immature. He's not very bright. At the same time, he had an accent and appreciated my love of comic books. I probably wouldn't have fucked him, but he had a Deadpool mask. Instead of banging this weird British dude, I was getting railed by tiny Deadpool. I'll still hang with him, but that's all it will be.

The One in Montana

     I don't believe in love at first sight. Anyone who knows me will vouch for that. This guy has given me butterflies since day one. It's not like we even see each other often. It's cheesy, but we have an emotional connection. Of course we've had sex, but that's not even what it's about.
     No denying, he is a gorgeous specimen. 6'4", ice-blue eyes, and a jawline that could've been chiseled from marble. He's the kind of guy I could wake up to every morning for years and still wonder how I got so lucky.
     Again, this isn't even about lust.
     He's my gaming partner, mostly. Sure, if either of us wind up in the same town, we hook up. We text each other almost every day. He's sarcastic and funny. He's also brilliant and well-read. We suggest movies for each other. Sometimes the movies are absolutely awful. Usually in a way that makes you embarrassed that you're watching, but not enough to make you quit. I only bring this up because I feel like that describes our relationship. Due to logistics, we will probably never be a real item, but it's not something either of us will admit to. We're too stupid to give up.
     In the meantime, we both see other people. We're emotional cheaters.