some fantasy

They said it's too far to come to me. I didn't believe their reasons that the distance is too long, and they didn't. They didn't come even though I moved to the place far closer than before. I already knew a physical distance is not a problem, and I thought they also knew the self-evident fact. But they didn't admit that. Maybe they don't want to be seen that their soul looks like to be blocked by a mere physical limitation. They would want themselves to be remained a beautiful memory anyway. "Oh, I'm sorry. It's too far to go... But I still love you," they say. I like fantasy, so I don't see that I cannot love their fantasy. "That's right. If I go near you, I'll contact you," I say. I know I'll not go there as long as their fantasy upheld, but try to keep their fantasy.

I like fantasy. I hope it not to be broken.