My Imagination.
I sat in the wilderness of the forest in Lakelands thinking of how normal my life used to be. Now every time I see somebody pale my heart feels like it has been attacked and only the remainders of it have been shoved back into the emptiness of me.
When I saw eyes the same color as his I couldn't control my emotions from taking over me, I would try to stop my eyes from watering in public however I couldn't keep up the act I was putting on.
Love wasn't something you could find every day, though my friends seemed to think it was; they would always claim that they had found the real thing and then cry to me when it ended.
I knew better than them, I knew that if you loved somebody you could never let them go, no matter what they had done. If you loved them they would be your world. The only chance of letting go of the one you loved would be when they didn't want you anymore.
Which wasn't the situation I was in therefor I couldn't let him go. He was my life, my future, my everything. All I wanted to feel was his cold presence with me. No matter what that would do to me when he left.
I would never think about how it was while he wasn't here, from fear of feeling the pain of a thousand daggers, I also felt a fear of how much I loved him, how I would so easily give up everything for him.
Therefor I wouldn't complain about crying myself to sleep every night; I was the one keeping all the hope in me that I would see him someday. The one demanding that his presence and beautiful voice and face would stay in my mind for eternity.
I wasn't imagining things this was true, pure, strong, beautiful love. A love so powerful nothing could stand in its way; except from the one thing in our way: life. His life was so much more precious than mine though; I would willingly give my life up for him.
Unfortunately there was no way my love could overcome the massive problem in the way of us being together; the problem being that he wasn't real.