He was all I wanted and nothing I had expected.
He was the one I knew loved me.
He knew me inside and out; he knew all that was me.
But he was only a dream.
A figment of my imagination.
A whisper is my brain.
But he was real, for a moment, a tiny moment, I felt him.
I felt him holding me.
I felt his breath on my face.
I saw him as real, not just a dream, not just another thing I made up.
Even if he's only in my dreams, he's real to me.