[ WP ] You are a schizophrenic maddeningly in love with the man/woman of your dreams . But you 're becoming increasingly unsure if she 's real , or just another hallucination .

I'm not much of a writer, and have n't had a lot of sleep but here's my shot at it: 
 
 I could n't stop checking my phone 
 She'd texted me to say she was on her way 29 minutes ago 
 
 We'd met at a party, danced the night away 
 After we'd gone back to a friends place, and talked away the night 
 Deep discussion of philosophy, love, art 
 All the things that really matter 
 After she asked if I could drive her hoome 
 We got in my car, still feeling some of the aftereffects of the party 
 We both sat and stared in wonder at the crystals forming from the early morning frost 
 
 It was then I realized she and I had known each other in another life 
 
 Still waiting, she said she'd be here. Now it was 33 minutes since the message. Should I text? No, I'll keep it cool. 
 
 We said our goodbyes when we got to her place, she got my number 
 We promised to see each other again soon 
 
 Maybe she died in a car accident? Maybe she was n't coming... 39 minutes 
 
 We talked on the phone, we consoled each other 
 We saw into each others souls, and were reflected into each other 
 
 She walked in the door of the coffee shop 
 
 Hey, sorry I tried to get here sooner she said 
 
 It's no problem, I enjoyed the anticipation I lied 
 
 She gave me an odd look 
 
 I asked her what was wrong 
 
 She replied, Why would you enjoy waiting for me? 
 
 I said, We've known each other for so long, how could I not enjoy the thought of us being together again? 
 
 She now looked very concerned 
 
 What do you mean again she asked? 
 
 Well, we've been going out for months? 
 
 Going out? I've just been assigned to your case, you said you were feeling suicidal and needed someone to talk to. Are you feeling alright? 
 
 No, I thought. No, I am not. I could remember. 
 
 We had been seeing each other for months. Going out, partying. My friends loved her. 
 
 No, this ca n't be happening. How could I remember this entire life, all of her little quirks. How she laughed when I did something silly, her playful coy smile when she did something sexual. 
 
 How could she not remember? She must be playing around, this must be another joke. This has to be some kind of setup. This ca n't be her. This is n't her. I do n't recognize her anymore. It's like her face has shifted, the background has faded away. I no longer see her, I see a thing. I see an idea, shaped in my memory. What could have been staring back at me. I. I... Who am I? 
 
 Come with me, she said. 
 
 In an instant. She was back. 
 
 The crippling fear began fading, I could see her face again. 
 
 I knew it was going to be alright, nothing horrible had happened. She did n't die in that car accident, she was n't even involved. 
 
 Everything is fine. Everything is ok. 
 
 I could feel my heart slowing again, as we talked. 
 
 It was just like it had been, we were back staring into each other. An open string become closed, spiralling into itself. This is how we were meant to exist. 
 
 Yes, this was reality. This is where I belonged. How could there be any universe without the two of us intertwined inside of it. 
 
 -- -- -- -Feel free to stop here 
 
 Coffee finished, we parted ways again. 
 
 The anxiety returned. 
 
 What if I had said something, what if she did n't understand me anymore 
 
 What could I do to see her again? I texted her, some comment about how perfect she was. 
 
 Message has failed delivery. 
 
 What? She had just been texting me from this number 
 
 Maybe her phone service was cut off, she had a habit of forgetting some of the mundane daily things like paying the bills. 
 
 I had to see her again. 
 
 I continued with my routine, all of life felt so hollow and automated without her. 
 
 I tried again to call her, the number was still disconnected. 
 
 My friends all remembered her, I asked them. 
 
 They said she left. 
 
 They asked why I cared, I'd hardly spoken a word to her. 
 
 It was happening again. 
 
 She was slipping away, the faces were shifting. My reflection was unbearable, I could n't see myself anymore without her. 
 
 I could n't see anything. 
 
 Oh God, I was going blind. 
 
 Everything started to shift and change. 
 
 I awoke in a new place. 
 
 Foreign, yet just familiar enough to be understood. 
 
 How did I arrive here? 
 
 What had brought me to this place. 
 
 Then I saw her. I knew that was why I was here. 
 
 She looked different, somehow. Her face was not the same. 
 
 Her soul though, it shone just as brightly. That particular hue of cosmic energy would never be strange to me. 
 
 As much a reflection of it as I was.
