Scratch of the pen on the paper.
Tap of the keys in the dark.
Words written in ink.
Thoughts written in time.
Worlds created for eternity.
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It wasn’t real. None of it was. We never met outside the local library. We never spent those first few hours helping each other with research. Never ended up spending the day together. I’ll deny it to everyone who asks, I will not see you on the street of the town we’ve lived in for years. I won’t see you each time I walk back into that library. I won’t see you because you are no longer the same person. You are someone I’ve never met, someone I know nothing about. I miss him deeply, but you are not him.