I gave this a lot of thought and I don’t think I ever really loved you.
I guess I should be happy but it just distorts the memories of our time together. All those times I said I love you. All those times we pictured our future together.
It wasn’t really real was it.
Those memories that I used to cherish so much, all a farce that I now realized I put on.
But now I’m not drowning in the past…
I guess… I feel indifferent… and that scares me more than anything else