Aaron

The man kneels before Emily, kissing every inch of her legs, his eyes filled with love. He's happy; finally, the one he chased like a schoolboy is his. "My woman," he thought to himself. Emily whispered words of love, to which he almost purred like a cat. The next second he woke up... it was a dream. Aaron woke up with a sad expression, realizing that nothing like this dream would ever happen in real life. He'd been chasing Emily like a lovesick idiot for a year now. From their first meeting, he'd liked everything about her—from her looks to her personality. Aaron never would have thought he could love someone so much, after all, he'd been going through women like gloves his whole life. Getting out of bed, Aaron was already prepared for her next rejection. Emily had always rejected him, and it hurt. How could he, the head of the mafia, fall so in love? Aaron logged into their chat—his last message to Emily had been ignored. He wrote the following: — "So how about going to a restaurant? I'll pay for everything."

I'm talking to Aaron because I feel lonely.