I Love You but You're Real

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You left me.

I can't believe you left me.

But... it's alright. They didn't hurt me as bad as they had the time before. I think they were just relieved that there wasn't anyone in the room with me.

They hurt me for talking to myself. We want you to stay sane, they say, we just want you to be happy.

Be happy?

Happy?

Here?

I'm sore and tired. Couldn't you talk to me for a while? Or just a bit? Just say one word, so I can know you're there.

Are you there?

I can't hear anything.

Was that your breath, just now, that made my curtains flutter? Was it?

I can't hear you.

I'm listening.

Hello?

Are you there?

Why won't you answer me! Please, say something!

I'm giving up.

You aren't there. You're not real. Or maybe you left me. Now that I think about it, I can't feel you with me right now.

Maybe I never have. Maybe it was all just in my mind.

Am I talking to myself?

Were they right? How could they be right?

Maybe they are.