I used to feel free when I was with you.
I discovered new, astounding things with you, swept through unfamiliar territories with you, uncovered hidden parts of myself with you.
The novelty of us was what I craved for.
The adrenaline—the rush, the gush, the hush.
Until I didn't feel it anymore.
I was stuck in the loop of misleading elation and I deluded myself into thinking that I was free.
It's like the thoughts of you were running around me in full-circle, faster and faster and I found myself desperate for oxygen.
In the beginning I was exhilarated. In the end, I was just plain exhausted.
The freedom was an illusion.
Like us.
Beautiful, toxic illusion.
—For you, the start of my downfall and the reason for my revival
