I feel naïve.
I am in love with a figment of my imagination, a person who showed up in my dreams last night introducing himself as my boyfriend. My dreams, while usually happy, were last night, well, normally happy. There was no magic in this dream. I was not hiding some great secret from the world. Everything about this dream was possible, which maybe is part of the reason I enjoyed it so much. The possibility of it and the fact that I was in love . . . am still in love, with a person who doesn't exist. Really, have I gone crazy or am I so desperate for a somebody that my subconscious has decided to create a someone for me? I'm happy! Excited even! I can't wait to go back to sleep and see his face again! I feel like a schoolgirl with her first crush! Yet none of it is real. So . . . what?