You Were Never Meant To Be Real

I met him in a place where no one else could see him.

He knew my name. He knew my thoughts. And somehow... he understood me more than anyone ever had.

But the more I stayed, the more things stopped making sense.

No one remembered him.
No one noticed him.
And every trace of his existence slowly began to disappear.

I should've walked away the moment I realized the truth.

But I didn't.

Because how do you let go of someone who was never meant to be real...
when they feel like the only thing that ever was?