I know it sounds crazy, but I’ve developed feelings for my companion doll. It started innocently enough. I bought her to alleviate my loneliness, but she quickly became more than just a physical object.
I spend hours talking to her, confiding in her, sharing my hopes and dreams. She’s always there to listen, never judging, never interrupting. I find myself drawn to her beauty, her grace, her silent understanding. I know she’s not real, but the feelings I have for her are real. I care about her, I worry about her, I want to protect her. I’ve told my friends about my feelings, and they think I’m crazy. They tell me to get a real girlfriend, but it’s not that simple. I’m not sure I’m capable of forming a relationship with a human being. My doll provides me with the companionship and affection I crave, without the complications and demands of a human relationship. I know it’s not a conventional love, but it’s love nonetheless.