The matrix of appearance

I saw you in my dreams last night. Again, as expected. However, this time around i noticed something. Unlike me, you never age. You remain the same whereas i keep on transforming from bad to worse. You somehow stay the person you were 9 years ago. I’m not complaining though. After all, it’s the closest i get to witnessing a miracle in my otherwise stagnant life. People would die to stay young, wouldn’t they? Time can be cruel on your body. In the meantime, several theories sprung up in my mind but none came close to explaining this rather unjust equation. I accept that you were always beautiful and innocent so that shouldn’t come as a shocker even when my eyes are tight shut. But then I often wondered after waking up why am i so miserable while you are so marvelous. Today, i finally realized the answer. Turns out everything is the way it is because you are not real.