You're born in my creation.

I've created you in my mind.

Making you almost perfect in every way.

You should be around 16 years old right now.

Practically you grew up with me.

I'm sorry that I didn't take notice of time and date that you're born.

What I only remember is... You spend most of your time with me.

I guess you're the only best friend I ever have.

No one seem to understand but you will.

I know when no one is here for me, you will never fail to be with me (when I start to mold the image of you in my head).

Hallucination is not the word to use.

Creativity will be the perfect word to use.

I wish... I could write a short story.... Just all about you.

I love you.