Delusion.

Last night, I started to doubt myself.

Am I just building you up in my mind so that I could have something to escape to when there’s no one to hold on to? I always thought that we knew each other the way no one could ever know us but now I’m not so sure. We’ve changed so much–not necessarily in a bad way, of course. It’s just that… we’ve now spent more time apart than together. There’s just no way that the you I knew before is the same you now.

And when will we start to get to know each other again? I don’t see it happening in the near future. Do you? There’s just no more time left.