Dear (Probably) Imaginary Audience,
Thank you for waiting patiently for me. I like you best when you are silent and hypothetical, without judgments or expectations for regular posts. I like not knowing whether you are really there.
If I knew for sure you were real, I would be too anxious to post anything; if I knew for sure that you were imaginary, I would be disappointed.
Once, a few years ago, you became a little too real. I have to admit you scared me a bit.
So I ghosted you.
Since then, I've tried writing in a private journal, but that doesn't seem to scratch the same itch. I guess I could try the message-in-a-bottle thing, but I don't live near the ocean.
It's been a while now, and I have no reason to suppose that the people who read and commented on my posts are still lurking around.
That means you are safely imaginary again, dear reader.
It's nice to talk to you again. I think I missed you.
