Wind and Moon

I'm terrified of existing at night, because at night I always feel that someone is there beside me. He is my lover.

I can tell reality from fantasy, so I know I don't have delusions. But he has been here for decades, which leaves me confused... I don't have a mental illness, but how can I explain the traces of all these years of life? Is he a person?

(Content warning: highly personal in tone, first person, no conventional writing tropes, and other potential triggers I may not have thought of.)

Theme: The internet