Always never.

Sometimes I can feel his breath on my neck.

I can even smell him next to me.

His skin would be so warm to my touch,

with his arm draped over me as we slept.

Of course, this is only if he were real.

Which he is not.

The sounds of his deep, slow breaths are audible illusions.

All in my head.

And, I miss him.

He, who has never existed.

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