Watched a play recently, and the theme was basically about illusions versus reality, and which was better, if there was even a difference or distinction.
The boy asked the girl, "What's wrong with me? Is there something wrong with me?"
"No..." said the other warmly, affectionately, ruffling his hair.
"You know what I wish? I wish I could disappear... Turn into a pile of sand, let the wind blow me away."
"Because you have me."