in this story, there is someone else. there are loads of someone elses. they are the same as you and...

in this story, there is someone else. there are loads of someone elses. they are the same as you and different from you. he has green eyes but he rubs my fingers with his thumbs like you do. she holds my face when she kisses me like you do but she wears mint green cardigans that fall off her shoulders. i rest my head on those shoulders. loads of shoulders. they are all patient when i say your name at night. none of them fit inside me quite right like you.