She said he’s in love, they’re getting married.
Hearing those words, a shiver went down my spine.
\"No!\" I yelled, violently rejecting what felt like a cruel lie. Because in that sense, then everything I believed in, everything I thought we shared was a deception. It means that every whispered promise was a projection of what I hoped and dreamt for us.
I can’t... I can’t with sanity accept that.
To admit such a truth would be questioning every memory, every touch, every laughter shared between us. It would mean that our love was an illusion painted by my own aching heart. For to face the truth would mean losing not only him but also the version of who I am deep inside.
So call me insane.
Strip me of my accolades, and lock me in an asylum if you must, because I refuse to live in a world where he belongs to someone else. The thought of him loving her is a betrayal to the promises we made through secret whispers and stolen glances.
So yes, declare me insane, because I refuse… I refuse to let go of the world where he was mine and I was his Lock me away if you must, but know that I will forever hold onto the madness of our love, refusing to accept a reality where he walks away into someone else’s arms. So what does cupid know if he missed his shot with us?
Jah