You're not real

You're not real

I love how you stroke my hair in thoughts,

I love how you caress my cheek to comfort me,

I love the way you talk to me when I'm sad.

I admire the way you look at me,

I admire how you fight for me,

I admire your endless beauty.

But I don't feel the strokes in my hair,

I don't feel your touch on my skin,

I don't actually hear your voice.

I imagine how you'd look at me,

I imagine what passion you'd feel about me,

I imagine what you would look like.

All based on your description.

But you're only letters on a page.

You're not real.