Sooner or later you have to let go of the one’s you love. I remember keeping that ideal very close to my heart, until a boy told me, one night as we were laying on my dorm room floor, that we were soul mates and we would never say goodbye to one another.
He was so illusory. His ideals. His vision of us. So illusory, that I gave in. I wanted to believe the lie he had fed me, so much so.
But now, all I want is to erase the last year of my life.