Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never knew.
I would like to stay a secret sometimes, anonymous, faceless, just a flicker in the dark, just a shadow passing on the wall. No one grabs you, no one can touch you, or worse pierce you. You are real enough to see, maybe hear like whispers in the dark, but touch (that one thing that crosses the line) or your lack thereof keeps you insubstantial, a mere illusion of you.