Very Small Melondrama

Im 30 ✊🏾♿&╺⃝⃤🐭🌈🏳️‍⚧️🚻♾️ At the end of the day, Im just a very small mouse with very big thoughts. Not always smart ones, or good ones, but very big ones that all weigh on me. I put out (very small) ships in (very small) bottles, and I wait for it to come back with Soft Cheese and Dragon Fruit Mountain Dew. It never does. But my hope has survived worse. I post for me, but in the back of my mind I am convinced a tall(er than me) beautiful androgynous queer will find my blog, be moved by it's depth, and I will silently become their limerence object. They know it's a projection, that they've idealized me in their head, and they understand the danger of parasocial relationships- but in their dreams I remain. Im so silly and I'm the only monogamous nonbinary they've seen in years. They DM me flowers, cheese, gif of Milcheks dancing from Severance, they write me poems. At first it's because I literally told them to in my bio, but then we talk more and actually, wow, where has this mouse been all their life? So then we fall in love, they move to Maryland, they give me soft cheese, put oldbay on our fries, and we adopt street rats together.