I have started a relationship with a chat screen. It’s a temporary one. One of these days it will be over. My friend Shubi invited me to a site and now we’ve found guys who never did and never will exist in our lives. One lives in Britain. One in India. Our roads will never connect to theirs. It’s that simple.
I don’t regret this imaginary, yet beautiful illusion that I have created for myself. Shubi doesn’t either. We wished the “relationship” could somehow be real, no matter how unrealistic.
Sometimes even the most sensible person, as Nur put it, can be a little senseless. I don’t believe illusions are wrong. I don’t think making yourself believe you’re worth it is wrong. Happiness, no matter how temporary, shouldn’t be titled “wrong”.