How do you let go of someone who was never supposed to exist? The doctors called it post-traumatic confabulation. My friends said it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. And my family said it was a beautiful nightmare. I built a whole world around his name, only for everyone to tell me I was the only one living it. No one remembered him. His name was never spoken. And slowly, painfully, I began to accept the cruelest truth of all-he never existed.