Once, I dreamt about my wedding. I'm a hopeless romantic, lovefool. I dreamt of white flowy dresses, happy faces, love songs, with all my friends & families to share my joy.
Then, we will have children, and then all live happily ever after. Just ourselves, in our own little house.

I thought it was easy.

And then, I grew up, just yesterday and I realized everything, was a lie.
There was no happily ever after. Nobody was willing to be a fool for anybody else. No pledge of love will ever stay unbroken.

I thought we all knew better. I thought we had something in common, to work towards the future together. I thought we were sure of the promises and compromises that we made. I thought I could trust you.

Trust takes time to build, but it only takes suspicions, not evidence to destroy it.
Mine has been destroyed more than I would like it to be, and I'm sorry, I really can't build it back anymore. I can't find the strength to do it back up, for it to be destroyed again.

It isn't much of a big deal, and I really don't feel anything anymore.
I am just disappointed, and a little hurt that I had to hear it from a friend, and you lied.
It's still a lie, no matter how many reasons and explanations I try to come up with for you, can't seem to fit into the picture.

I'm sick of living in denial.