He was never mine,
Not even once.
Why?
We live in different worlds.
In mine,
He’s just a figment of my mind.

He’s my creation,
Yet I can’t stop falling for him—
Day after day,
Smiling to myself.

I start to lose my mind.
“He’s just a fictional character,” they say,
But I shake my head,
Denying them all,
Because he’s more than just a fiction to me.

He’s the reason behind my smile,
The nonexistent warmth that wraps around me
Each time we “interact.”
I knock on the screen,
Desperate to break through.

I hate that screen,
The boundary between reality and fantasy.
I want to shatter it,
Letting him step into my world.

He’s just a fictional man,
One who doesn’t know my face,
But he never judges,
He loves me dearly,
Calling me Mon Chéri.

Maybe I’m just too lonely,
Aren’t I?
Because no one falls in love with fiction—
Unless they’re a little delusional.
© Daniel Loï

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