You put this idea in my head that love exist, I was all good before meeting you. I did not care that love did not exist and hen you persuade me that this kind of love exist that it’s possible and that the world look better with love.
You sold me this unconditional love that sound so perfect and so beautiful. I felt like in one of those film. I felt wanted and love and useful and beautiful.
Then came back the reality i jumped out of this beautiful film and you sent me to the horror movie.
At the end I was right it’s jsut the idea of love that exist not the love itself. People sold it to manipulate other and that makes them feel better about themselves so some time and what about the other.
You know In my kind of love we don’t insult each other.