He told me he loved me. He did, I can still remember everything; they’re still vivid in my memory. My unfixed bed, his messy hair, my old sweater, and how his eyes sparkled that night — I remember everything. Until I realized I was under his spell.

His words were merely words, there was no justification. No proofs, just words.

I cant believe I actually believed his words. Those cold, dark, and empty words tore me apart. I knew he was trouble, I had lots of fears involving him, but I jumped anyway. I don’t know who I am now, I’m so lost; lost in the deep abyss of melancholy.