He asked me what my favorite food is, and now I’m planning our retirement. The kicker? He doesn’t even know my last name yet. But in my head, we’ve already bought a house, decorated for the holidays, and argued about what kind of dog to get.
It’s not about reality, it’s about potential. Delulu logic doesn’t care about the details. Who needs legal documents when I already know what our initials look like monogrammed on towels? He doesn’t know my middle name, but I know exactly how our wedding hashtag will read. Balance.
Of course, if he disappears tomorrow, I’ll act like I never even thought about him. That’s the beauty of delusion is it’s flexible. Futures can be reassigned, fantasies can be recycled, and no one ever needs to know that in my head, he was already “the one.”
Tessa’s Final Thought:
If you ask me one deep question, don’t be surprised when I’ve already built us a life.
Disclaimer:
This series is for entertainment and perspective. Daydreams are fun, just don’t confuse them with foundations.