““Ersatz, adj. Sometimes we`d go to a party and I would feel like an artificial boyfriend, a placeholder, a boyfriend-shaped space where a charming person should be. Those were the only times when my love for you couldn`t overcome my shyness. And every degree of disappointment I`d feel from you – whether real or of my own invention – would make me disappear further and further, leaving the fake front to not, to sip, to say, “Finish drinking, we are leaving.””
