We don’t talk much anymore, But I know he knows I write about him; I don’t mind. I don’t change myself in order for people to like me anymore.
Things felt real with this boy. We fit well together, like the last two pieces in a puzzle, complete. I didn’t feel the usual unrequited feelings and abandonment.
This was almost too good to be true. I was skeptical, but not too skeptical.
We would talk on the phone for hours, though it only felt like minutes to me. Time went by fast. But we talked about how it wasn’t real, just a manmade concept.
I couldn’t get enough of him.
I watched him through my screen as he danced for me to my favourite songs. He asked me questions that really made me think. I liked it. I liked that he was always curious. He helped me discover great things about myself. I never thanked him for that.
Eventually, I felt everything fade out. The relationship was now a flat can of soda. It had to end.
My gut had been right from the beginning, this was too good to be true.
Life can sometimes get in the way, even if you try and fight it. Love is not the fairytale it’s cracked up to be.
