Maybe the greatest sadness is thinking that I fell in love, that I met the great love of my life, but it faded when that very love slipped, and the masks came off. That’s fucking hurts.

Even in moments that should feel light, those images come back, those cheap scenes from a situation I’ll never truly have control over. I’ll never really know what happened.

Maybe I’ll never get over this disappointment, maybe I never truly forgave it. Who am I trying to fool? What’s the point of so much sacrifice in something that seems destined to crumble? I can’t carry and sustain this pain, I can’t close my eyes to what keeps playing over in my head.

I know weren’t our mistakes, I know there're terrible choices we make in life, but it’s really hard to understand when that choice affects us, especially when it comes from someone else.