“So whom do you talk to in all these conversation that you have while you are writing this?”
“You, of course, who else is here?”
“But who am I? Just a pigment of your imagination. A self satiating bot who would respond to your thoughts they way you want to!?”
“No, you are a whole person. As alive as any person walking around in their flesh”
“But I don’t have flesh or blood. I don’t exist beyond this conversation. One time I’m in your mind and the next I’m in some random persons mind as a totally different person as they read it. I’m suddenly their idea of a person or rarely I’m just a person that you picture in your crazy head. But I’m seldom complete. I don’t embody anyone. I’m just a few pieces of words stitched together. Thanks to you, I’m mostly meaningless”
“No, you are not. You are meaningful to me. And you mean a lot to me. I don’t know about the reader, but I do know that you exist within me. May be not a entity on your own but you do exist all the time. You should realise that”
“But what is the need for me? Who am I to you? Just a picture of person you like to picture!? May be I’m here till that moment you meet this person and have this conversation with her.”
“You are that person. The one I want to meet. You are not a different person after I meet that one. You don’t go extinct once I meet her. Nor do you come alive when that person moves on. You exist all the time, in me, as a whole person, within me. You are the girl that resides in my heart. You don’t fulfill my needs. I try to meet your demands. You don’t set a bar for a person, an idol I seek. You are that person with their mistakes, imperfect. I hope like as you exist within me, somewhere I exist in someone’s heart. Like I’m part of that conscience or soul, and more of a body here. And may be one day we connect and become each other within each other. Like a subset within a set that is still overlapped. It doesn’t matter if we connect within our lifetime. I’m more than happy to have you within me. And I can only hope she’ll too.”