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I dreamt of being in your arms, enveloped in an undeniable warmth in your embrace.

“Nothing feels more right than this,” I thought.

I felt as if all my life had culminated into this moment. I finally felt like some truly understood—understood everything that has made me into who I am, understood every thought that has been conjured up in this strange mind of mine, understood every emotion that’s tormented this ghostly heart, understood how long I’ve yearned for this—and you didn’t have to say a single word. I felt—felt it in my fingers and in my bones—an inexplicable attraction to you, from the love that emanates from your presence, your aura, your soul.

How can this mere figment of my imagination elicit such a momentous revelation? How can it constitute as visceral of a truth as anything else has in my life?

It wasn’t real.

But nothing felt more real.