He's her confidante. Her best friend. He buys her presents, takes her places, dances with her. She loves him.
He loves a man named Tyler.
He just got back from the club, or Tyler's house. They're driving in her dream car. A pink thing. Convertable, of course.

"I just had the most wonderful time!" He'll say. "Tyler's the best boyfriend I ever had! He's so sweet!"
"You're so sweet. I love you." She thinks to herself. Never daring to tread upon that taboo subject herself. No, she cannot change who he is. She can just sit, quietly in her dream house, wishing he would be hers. Forever.