I’m not exactly sure if there’s something wrong with my brain or what.

But ever since he talked to me on that breezy afternoon everything fell apart and at the same time everything made sense.

I couldn’t care less about what other people say about me but the fact that it came to him is like a punch in my gut.

I believed. He lied.

Everything that I thought was perfect broke before my very eyes.

The both of us are so done.

It’s his lost.

I remember a line from a book and it says that if what you found is a pure matter even if you left and when you return again it will still be there but if what you found is just an illusion it will be gone once you come back again, maybe long gone, gone the instant you left it.

What we had was just an illusion.

And I am a fool for thinking that it was a pure matter.