Sometimes you have to realize you were delusional and none of it was real. That someone never really existed in the way you thought they did. That you didn't really love them because how can you truly be in love with someone you could never learn or decipher their trueness. And most of the time it is not your fault. People are too busy trying to mask the inner self the one you know you can sense right under the surface the most beautiful thing in the world but they wear a mask over it and make you fall in love with them and all the time even though you know they are guarded you can see that inner beauty blooming on its own bursting to come out, but then that person says I'm sorry I don't feel the depth of how badly your heart wants to burst out of your chest when I am near. I didn't read the way you were looking at me, looking at me like I was a wonderful gift of beautiful madness given to match your madness and emotional understanding. All of a sudden months of time we're just time killers. You were a space to fill and now you are left with a space to fill. Fill it with yourself of course with love and light and self understanding it will fill with those things in time, but that scar still exist there asking what if.
