I'm over it Why do I keep reading our old conversations?
The beginnings were fantastic, everything was perfect
For a moment I felt like I was in a novel with someone who wasn't there
I am sure that he is not the same person who appeared to me recently. Was he pretending and acting his personality? To make me fall in love with him
I don't like to talk about my anxieties and privacy, but this got the better of me. I can't believe we were lovers and in love with each other that much, and now we're strangers
I laughed, I felt shy, I felt butterflies, I cried or I didn't, anyway, and I felt all of these feelings while reading the old conversations
But I swear to God that we have moved on, and in a good way. Why don't I go back and read what happened? I am stupid
I have always lived my life and made my decisions with my mind only, but my damned heart got the better of me today. Damn life, everything in it is deceitful