Am I imagining this? He died three years ago, but did he? I see him and feel him. His breath on my neck...he's real right? I'm not crazy, he didn't die, just he leaves before anyone else sees. He says he's here for me, in sickness and in health. We even got married; my family moved but me, they all left the state but me. HE IS REAL! I trust him, he says I'm scared...but I'm not anymore.
wait....
Every time we lie awake, every hit we take, every feeling that I get, but I haven't missed you yet. Only when I stop to think about it, you aren't real and I hate everything about you.
But you have to be real...
What's wrong with me
