Secret

I was just going to lean in his warm embrace when he regretted his visibility in my eyes. I longed for his magical touch, WARM AND SOOTHING. But he never did. He had usually played hide and seek when I tried to get closer to him. He sometimes didn't show up for hours. 

I wanted, NO, I needed him the most when I returned from doctors. Though he only turned up when I was alone. His words were my only appetite for days. 

I never stopped talking about him and nobody ever stopped denying it. The doctors, my parents not even my friends. That day, I decided to get over with everything and make everyone see him. Approached him, clutched his hand in mine when it dissolved in the air. I tried to reach his arm, it diffused in atmosphere, tried to cup his face with my hands when his translucent colors filled my vision. Proving me wrong, my true love wrong and everything I suffered due to him wrong. This catastrophe made me bizarre

AND I COLLAPSED....

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I don't know how many days later, opened my eyes in the psychotherapist's room with my head covered with stupid head gears and wires and monitors and things I was unfamiliar with.

Heard them talking "She has successfully gone through the whole 'HIM' thing, he will never come in his head now." and I didn't even know who they were talking about. I had him by my side but by then he was my SECRET.....

I had never let him go and he is still with me.