I was born in the arms of imaginary friends

 I don't even know who I am any more.  I know who I want to be, but you see I seem to only be her in my dreams.  Maybe that's why I sleep so much.  In my dreams you're still there.  Sometimes at a distance and other times closer than ever before, but in my dreams a connection between us still exists.  I have amazing friends.  I wish I could be the same for them, but I'm afraid to put myself out there.. Afraid because of you.  I told you of these fears and you always reassured me that you would be there always.  That was a lie.  Where are you now? Are you happy? Are you complete? Do you still wear my bracelet? Does it even matter... It doesn't.  What matters are those that haven't betrayed me even when I have made it clear you are the only one.  They stood by me waiting for me to see the flaws in my interpretation.  I love them now.  I think I loved them then but I saw nothing other than you.  I owe these friends to you and I am grateful.  They keep my going and remind me that its your loss.  I disagree with them, but the sentiment is nice.