I do exist. I'm the manifestation of a repressed subconscious mind that no one dared to think about. If I can feel pleasure during sexy time then I feel, therefore I exist. Obviously my existence has decided to ask you if you exist... Or what if you're my imagination? A simple mind trick my brain is playing on me to compensate for the loneliness by projecting reality for my its own sake. You could be me, and I love me ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)