Real

Remember how this feels. Because it's real.

He worried I would slip into a fantasy. But in fact I feel more at home in reality than I have in many months. I had been drifting, because the only language I'd ever been shown to try to express what was missing, what I wanted, what I feared -- even to myself -- was romance; and that led to the fantasy world that could never, and should never, exist.

Well, now I don't need language. Now I have a memory. And it is real. And this world is what I want.

Thank you.