How is it possible to have a heartbreak over someone you’ve never met?
I haven’t met you but I feel your warmth and love for me. I feel your soft, soothing embrace when I’m sad. I feel your sweet breath upon my cheek when I curl up next to you. I feel your gentle caress when you tell me you’re not going anywhere—all of this in my head.
Like a film reel playing in the back of my head, over and over again. But where do these feelings and rich visual pictures come from?
I will continue to take pictures in my head, falling into my own illusions and falling in love with the idea of a person who isn’t really there.
Trapped in my mind; a picture perfect lover.