Beyond Illusions

I never expected him to come back. I thought that he had forgotten me. My life has been going down the train tracks ever since I tried moving on, and at my time of need... he's like a miracle. Maybe my heart held on to the memories of him. Maybe my heart told me to wait. Warren was nothing compared to him. Only then did I realize that I had been so blind all my life. It wasn't Warren that I loved. It never was. My mind told me that, to create the illusion of me being capable to move on that easily. My mind isn't always right. If you ever come across a decision of picking between a caring childhood friend that moved away, and a friend who once lit up your world... pick your childhood friend. They understand you much better than anyone else. They know your limits. They know when to take care of you. They know when you need space. Most importantly, they know when you need to feel loved. [A/N: Might be triggering, no profanity, but it is slightly dark]