imagination

She may not be able to see him all that often, but there was something she had – something powerful, endless and readily-available: imagination. In her imaginary world, the boundaries of reality ceased to exist: she could now see him every day if she chose to – perhaps even multiple times a day; she could speak to him as much as she genuinely wanted, and tell him things she would otherwise not say. How many conversations they had had in that imagination of hers! What a comfort to have something that nobody could take from her (not even him), and that offered her such a perfect solution to his physical absence. If he could not be there in real life, at least he could always exist in her mind.