I don't remember when I started dreaming, it seems like something I've always done. I've always had dreams and thoughts, memories of a live…
Always
Well isn't that a lie…
There is nothing that I've 'always' done, there are things and memories that I dream about that I've done but I know that I haven't. They're figments, stories and images that Wolfram and Hart put into my mind when they created me.
The perfect lie.
Going to college in Santa Cruz was all a lie, I never actually went. But everything they put into my mind is so vivid and so very much there that it feels like I actually lived it. There's even a scar on my right wrist from being burnt on a hot-plate.
Lies. More lies.
Everything is a fabrication. Everything was created and put together to compile this great corporate lie. Me.
I think it comes down to is that my favorite daydream has always been memories of the past, memories of the little bit of happiness that Lindsey and I have. Why?
Lindsey and I are real, we have something together that might have started on a lie but it's turned into nothing but truth and fact. The truth and fact is that we love each other; that inspite of trying to hide and lie to ourselves that we don't live in a fairytale; we do have one. We have a fairytale that's ours and nobody can take it.
It might be sad and petty to you; but that's the only thing in my life that isn't a lie.