As I sit in my chair, I can feel the night breeze in my skin. The moon is shining tonight and as I looked at my phone, I grimaced to see that it's already two o'clock in the morning. I have work first thing in the morning and I am here widely awake listening to a random music in the background.
I'm so sorry but it's fake-uh love.. fake-uh love..
And as I listened to it, I smiled bitterly.
I don't understand all the lyrics but that two words stand out.
FAKE LOVE.
And it feels like I have been slapped hard by the truth.
All those memories of us.
All of the feelings that I felt for you.
All the feelings that I thought you felt for me.
It's all fake.
Just like what this song is saying, it is like my mind is talking to my heart to face the fucking truth that it's all pretense, it's all fake.
It had been 6 months already but the hurt that you've given me still keeps me awake.
The memories that we had for three years is still fresh in my mind but I cannot seem to tell what is real and fake anymore.
Did I imagine it all?
Did I really existed in your life?
I can't help but wonder.
Did you even really exists in mine?
