She stared into oblivion. Raw, naked eternity unfolded before her. Her
boyfriend’s eyes were blue, perfect pools of azure. And they were empty.

He wasn’t exactly a Rhodes Scholar. She doubted that he could spell
Rhodes on a full stomach. Or “scholar” for that matter. But he was man-
pretty! And he was hers, dammit!

She had always been a nerd, doomed from the beginning. Her father
dressed her as a little Ewok on her first birthday. When she was in
kindergarten, she thought lightsabers and phasers were real. It was a
sad, sad day when she realized the closest she would ever get to one
of these shining paramount of cool, was her clarinet.

She lived the typical life of a skinny band nerd from a small town.
When college came, she shelves it all. Glasses became contacts, curls
were straightened and her skin finally cleared. She watched endless
hours of E just to perfect the right look. She went to a prominent
business school.

Her boyfriend literally fell into her lap. An ex-jock with a pedigree
who’s father wanted him to finish something. A few choice donations
later, and he was in. Studying “Management.” she was shocked when he
tripped and fell on her the first day of her sophomore fall her.
Apparently, negotiating “Who Stole The Cheese” and the cafeteria
crowd was too much for him. Sparks! Infatuation turned to “tutoring”
turned to spring break at hedonism III turned to romance. Sadly,
despite all their fun, he never surprised her. Until today.

“We’re not real.” were the three fateful words.

“Excuse me?!” she exclaimed, snapped out of the reverie of staring
into those endlessly deep eyes.

It was a pregnant pause before he realized that he should continue.

“I’ve been reading,” he said as if that would explain everything.

She smiled. “Reading huh?”

“Yup, philosophy.” he reached into a book bag.