He exists somewhere between my thoughts and my longing,
a soft illusion I keep returning to.
He loves me in ways I’ve never been loved,
touching even the parts I try to hide.
In his presence, I become lighter, kinder—
like I finally deserve something good.
He leaves flowers in the silence of my days,
and warmth in places no one ever reached.
But when I open my eyes, there’s only quiet,
no messages, no hands to hold—
just me, building a whole life in my head…
will he ever know I’m living this del