She does exist, she is, was and always will be real, It is we that do not exist. We are figments of her over active imagination. We are her dreams we are her hopes we are her despair. We are a product of her idle meanderings, her thought up support group without which her life would be meaningless, empty and without purpose like a relationship not consummated We are her self preservation. We are her mental toys like a cat toying with a mouse.