My gaze wanders across the lake in front of me, the afternoon sun reflecting brightly off the calm blue water. Ripples dance across the surface, the water being pushed gently along by the light wind. Suddenly, the revving of a boat motor shatters the tranquil silence of the day and snaps me out of my daydream, reminding me of what I'm supposed to be doing. I work as a videographer, typically filming shows or commercials for low-budget television networks. Today, I'm filming part of an infomercial for Flex Seal. The man who made Flex Seal, Phil Swift, sawed a boat in half and put it back together using Flex Seal to demonstrate the strength of his product. We're putting the boat out on the water today to see how well it floats and record the results for TV. But there's no doubt in my mind that the seal will work perfectly. It was made by Phil Swift after all. That man is a visionary. A very sexy visionary at that. I turn my gaze to the man himself. He sits confidently in the boat held together by his own genius. His full head of hair seems to sparkle in the sunlight, accenting his perfectly chiseled jaw and handsome face. His well muscled body is positioned with the grace of an elite athlete at the bow of the boat. The man is, in a word, perfect. But I feel like there's something beyond his flawless physique and brilliant mind. I've seen the way he acts during his infomercial. I can see the excitement on his face as he demonstrates the power of his products. The thing he cares about most is Flex Seal, and the happiness it brings to others.

I head over to the rest of the film crew. We're starting the shoot soon, and I don't want to miss a moment of it. I spend the next several minutes setting up my equipment, and as I do so my mind begins to wander. Instead of thinking about setting up equipment, I'm thinking about Phil Swift. This is the closest I've been to someone so perfect, and I doubt I'm going to get a chance like this again. I want so badly to tell him how I really feel about him. I'm sure someone like him is told things like that every day, but I can't help but yearn to talk to him.

But I shouldn't. I can't. It would be too painful. It would bring back too many memories. It would be too much like what happened with him. Billy Mays. It would be just like last time. I met him when I was recording a commercial for OxiClean. I spilled some soda on my clothes and Billy offered to show me the power of OxiClean firsthand. I took off my clothes to wash them, and Billy and I started talking. The next thing I knew, I was pregnant. The baby, of course, turned out to be Mr. Clean. But then I found out about his drug use. The only things Billy cared about in life were OxiClean and cocaine. Not me. It broke my heart. I couldn't seem to move on.

But then I met Phil. I saw him, and it was like Billy Mays all over again. Except this time, he was better. I knew there was no way he would betray me like Billy did. Phil was perfect. It was nice to think about what might happen with Phil, but in the end it was all just fantasy. My heart was broken beyond repair.

I was so lost in thought I never noticed that Phil Swift was behind me until he tapped on my shoulder. I screamed in a very undignified way and spun around. Phil was standing there, like a god standing among mortals.

"I just wanted to thank you for coming out here to help me film this infomercial." Phil said, his voice strong like Flex Tape. "The most important thing in the world to me is spreading the message of the power of Flex Seal, and I am deeply in debt to whoever helps forward the goal with me."

"I-it's no trouble at all." I stammered. "I'm just happy to help."

Phil smiled warmly at me. "I was told that you were the one who was going to be filming me in the boat. Before we started the shoot, I had wanted to invite you to a small ride with me in the Flex Boat, to really get a feel for what we're going to be doing."

"A ride in the Flex Boat? Alone? With you? I don't know what to say. This is such an honor."

"Just say yes." Phil said. "Come on, let's go. No one will notice if we sneak off for a little while."

He grabbed my hand and led me over to the dock. I went with him, his strong grip being the only thing keeping me from collapsing with nervousness.

He fired up the outboard motor and we sped off, just him and me, alone on the wide open lake. After several minutes of silence, Phil turned towards me.

"I suppose you're wondering why brought you out here. In fact, I'm not really sure myself. But there's just something about you. Something I've never seen in anyone else before. Other people, they just see me as a meme, or a sex symbol. Usually both. But you, you look beyond that and can see me for who I really am. Someone who loves Flex Seal and wants to tell people about it. And I think," he said, looking into my eyes, "that's why I'm falling in love with you."

I gasped softly. Phil Swift, the most admired man in America, maybe even the world just confessed that he was in love with me. But I couldn't say anything back. It would be too much like last time. It would be too painful. It would bring back too many memories. I opened my mouth to tell Phil, but he held up his hand to stop me.

"I know what you're about to say," he told me, "I've seen the scars on your heart, and there's a lot of remember who I am. Remember what I do. I'm the best in the world at putting broken things back together again."

"I just don't think that I can love again." I said. "He sawed our relationship in half."

Phil leaned closer to me. "With the power of Flex Seal, we can put it back together again."

That was when I knew he was right. I knew with him, I could find the ability to love again. I moved towards him and he embraced me closely."

"Phil," I whispered as our bodies connected, "Flex Seal my heart."