She whispered, "I love you," her heart alight,
In the depths of affection, her words took flight.
But his response held a cryptic plea,
"Don't close your eyes," he urged, a mystery.
"Why?" she questioned, her brow furrowed deep,
Confusion cascading, secrets to keep.
"Don't close them," he implored, his voice now grave,
A warning to heed, her soul he tried to save.
Lost in a haze, she blinked with uncertainty,
The boy before her vanished, a fading entity.
Like the cold night air, he slipped from her sight,
Leaving her stranded in a world void of light.
Alone she stood, with a single piece of paper in hand,
A missive that held the secrets of an ethereal land.
"Don't look for me, my love," the words now adorned,
"For I reside where you cannot find, forever unborn."
"I am but a figment, a creation of your mind,
Existing solely in the core of your memory's bind.
Imaginary is my essence, ephemeral and frail,
A fleeting presence, destined to unveil."
As the weight of realization settled deep within,
She grasped the truth, as a new chapter would begin.
For he, the apparition, was nothing but a dream,
A specter of affection, a whimsical theme.
"You did it," the paper whispered, comforting and kind,
"Now smile brightly, for I'm always watching, intertwined.
In the tapestry of your life, I'll forever reside,
A guardian of your heart, your dreams as my guide."
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