Once again I find myself disappointed by love. For one whole month I was lied to. For one whole month they made me believe we were onto something special.
What a fool I was. Again. Hope really is a dangerous thing.
It is my fault though. I went completely against my past convictions: I had expectations. I projected myself into the future with her. Not even a distant future: just a few months in which we would go to certain festivals and such. But still, I made projects in my head, I assumed we would stay together for at least that time. I really believed it.
No need to say my position on love is stronger now than ever.
I’m not made for this.