I am a man of artistry and imagination.  This may seem like a beautiful thing, but it/s actually quite dangerous.  I have formed an idea of you in my head.  A shade made out of smoke and mirrors.  Such things may be blown away by a wisp of wind or a single whispered word.  There-in lies, one of my few worldly woes.  Everyone I love may be a figment of my imagination.  My own private work of fiction....