Was it real?
I think back to those days and remember you, Your smile, your laugh, your voice, your touch. Was it real? Were you real? Was what we had real? Were you only my imagination? A brightness to cure me. Did I create you from my creative blunders? Were you a distraction, an elaborate creation to prevent myself from drowning in my sorrow?
Were you really there, pulling me from the depths of my pain, or were you a fantasy delicately designed by myself to save me from the world?