Did you ever love me?
Hiding behind or within the seclusion’s of fantasy is the only escape. Everything else, it seems, falls stupidly within the realm of harmless distractions, but no, this one permits the stimulation of imagination— the what if’s; the yearning for endless possibilities with an ending. My dearest lover you are the creation of my imagination, and ever since the creation
I have come to accept that you might not exist.