Bernie had no idea how to feel. Bernie decided to run for president because of the American people but he decided to stay for him. He sometimes tried to provoke him just so he could hear him say his name. Bernie was obsessed and that obsession cost him the race. Just hearing him speak made his heart pound and make him hot. He was a man of many words and Bernie was smitten. Bernie had a habit of following him around like a lost puppy and in a way he was lost.
That night Bernie watched him on T.V. "Oh Donnie..." he whispered to himself. Soon Bernie became frustrated because he couldn't have him and he proceeded to rip off his shirt while screaming. His wife didn't know what caused his episodes but she knew they were scary and that they hurt her Bernie. Every time he had one she would run over and hold him in her arms. This only caused Bernie to calm down because he would imagine that he was in his arms but eventually the smell of perfume cut through his fantasies and he was left wailing on the floor.
Bernie was depressed. He only wanted that piece of beef jerky to hold him in his arms. Yes that would give him piece. Bernie was walking around one day when he saw him. He was in a restaurant eating lunch with his BITCH of a wife. Bernies heart skipped a beat when he saw him and at that point he couldn't deny the very thing he had been hiding for many years.
Bernie loved him. He was in love with Donald J. Trump.
