I hear from you every day. You're always on my mind, and even invade my dreams. How can I be in love with you? You're not my age, and don't live here in my world. And yet, it doesn't matter. We create a world just for the two of us, where both of us are together. It may be our love that creates this place, or maybe it is purely our fantasy. I've only seen pictures and read words. So are you real, or am I simply imagining you?
Some people we think we've gotten to know pretty well can still have been lying to us. If we cannot trust those by our side every day, how can we "know" someone met over the web? Truly enough, we cannot. All is fair in love and war. I hope you are real, because you are perfect.
