I walk inside a reality that is false and I met a man who asked me

"What is it called when you remember but don't want to?

What is the name of the thing that you want the most but fear the most?

Why do you chase after a nightmare that you want to be true?

Why do you want the thing you know that you can never have?"

I cannot answer his questions because the truth hurts me so badly. The man already knows the answers. He asks me

"Who is it that you long for?"

I say nothing. He asks again and still I do not answer. A third time he asks and I finally reply

"You know who it is, so why ask me? I long for the one who speaks the truth in ways that others call lies. I long for the one that always leaves and always returns. I long for the one that returned the feeling. I long for the one who's name I shant say, for everytime I say or even think their name I find myself feeling hollow. That is the one I long for."

The man nods as if he expected me to say this. He says to me

"If you long for that one, do they feel the same?

Do they long for you?"

I am quiet for a long time before I answer

"I do not know."

The man asks

"Then why long for them?"

I reply

"Because it is all I have."

The man asks a final question

"I shall wish you the best of luck, but first, what is your name young lad?"

I look at him and say

"In this place, I am nameless. In the other place, I no longer know. Perhaps I have always been Nameless."

The man smiles and says

"Then I shall hope that you find your true self Nameless. I pray you find your happiness and find the one who longs for you. Best of luck, young Lost and Nameless one."