I asked for you, just before you showed up
When you appeared, you got me confused
And I began to wonder, can this actually be true?

Maybe I was too lost in my imagination, and you are just indeed a figment of it

Letters became words and then sentences
and my anxiety grew deeper
Then my thought wandered, what if this is really true?

Maybe I was too lost in my past, and you were just a safe haven for me

That day approached very slowly
My wired brain began to fear the disappointment
I start to ask myself,  What if I don't like you?

Maybe I was too lost in my fears, and you were going to be too good to comprehend

Early December came like a plague
The thought of you under the same sun made me flutter
Then my heart gently pounded, as I see your face appear from the dark

You are in fact a figment of my imagination
Giving me a safe haven to shield me away from my hideous past
But somehow, You had become a reality that was too good to comprehend

Now I ask you, was I a figment of your imagination as well?
Or perhaps, that reality you were searching for?
I wonder...