Sometimes it seems like I invented him.
In my imagination, I already know what his voice is like - deep, soothing.
I know how he smiles - a little crooked, but warm.
In my dreams, he comes when I'm scared, and just silently holds my hand.
I invent that he's somewhere nearby. That he exists - even if he's not nearby right now.
And not because I miss someone. But because my heart still knows how to dream.
About him.
❤️🌙✨