Is it real? or fake?

I cherish the moments I have with you like it's our last, My nerves keep bundling up like a bunch of wires that can't be untangled. Giving me these thoughts that what I'm experiencing is fake, It's just a fragment of my imagination and I'll wake up into reality only to be giving me pain. My body aches like I got hit by a reality train going 100 miles per hour, But I still have courage and will live in this "fake reality", this fake happiness until it gets ripped away from me, taking part of my heart and soul with it. I just want to be a little greedy, even if it makes me look like a bad person. I still want to have memories I can look back on and truly smile. Because those moments with you are the best thing that's ever happened to me.