Some days I think that what we had was simply just an illusion I came up with in my head. Some days I convince myself none of it was real, that our love was a figment of my imagination. It’s easier that was, not remembering.
Some days I think that what we had was simply just an illusion I came up with in my head. Some days I convince myself none of it was real, that our love was a figment of my imagination. It’s easier that was, not remembering.