Dreams or reality.

There was this guy that flew & drove miles right to my doorstep one night. He made me breakfast, lunch & dinner during his stay. He drove me to uni and picked me up. He tidied my room. He made my bed every morning. He went shopping with me. He lent me his jacket when I was shivering. He gave in to watching The Notebook. He brew a whole pot of wintermelon soup just for me. And basically he caught me when I was falling. Literally. And one morning, poof, gone. No traces left behind. This is insane. It is madness. Did such a guy really existed? 

ps. I can't remember when was the last time I'd breakfast in bed. Perhaps I never even did.

pps. 51/72 nights of skyping.