Real

Is this real? I ask myself. Everyday. Every moment. How can it not be real? I feel it. Everything reminds me of him. Everything. But I don’t know him. Not really. I know how I feel. I know that is real. But is he real? The image of him I keep in my head. Is that real? Everywhere I go I expect him to be there. Every time the door opens I pray its him. For a moment every new face is him. And then it’s gone. But is this all really even about him? Or is it about me. Do I want him? Or do I just want someone. Is this just some perverse need of mine? To continually have someone to obsess about? Or do I really like him?