you're not real.
you're a figment of my imagination.
i created you a long time ago, not intending to make you as real as you ended up being.
i've fallen in love with the thought of being loved so dearly by someone, and the only way to truly kill you is to find that love.
i can't keep living a lie.
and just as quickly as i created you, i need to destroy you.
but i don't know how i can do that...
