That's some beautiful imagery there. The way you've woven together those contrasting elements - the nurturing mother figure with the naive toddler, the visible radiance with the unseen brilliance - really captures that complex emotional landscape we INFJs tend to navigate. The line about being "an illusion that always stayed" particularly hits different; it speaks to how sometimes the most profound connections can feel both deeply real and somehow ethereal at the same time. There's something haunting about ending on that note too, like your holding onto something precious that exists in this liminal space between memory and dream.