My Non-Talking Mystery Man

He was a non-talking man, floating around, watching, smiling at me, winking sometimes. He waited on me hand and foot, bringing delicious ethnic dishes to me on a regular basis, Never ruining the atmosphere or the mystique by talking or annoying me in any way. He was my own silent hero, and although I was curious, we went on like this for years. A mutual comfortableness settled on us, my tall dark handsome stranger and I. People invited me to parties, where I could meet someone, having no idea I already had. When they dropped in unexpectedly, at first I would glance around, worried. But I soon realized they could not see my spirit man, he belonged to me, and me alone. At night he came to me in my dreams, and we did unspeakable things to each other, wonderful things. Sighing and smiling, and talking to each other in the banter of lovers in a whispery, confidential way. He satisfied me like no other person ever had, I was complete now, in the best of best relationships. The rest of the world can have their humans, and their sorrow, but I am completely satisfied, thank you.