I still remember that I thought I've found the one,
when I met him.
I thought everything is falling into the right place,
and I don't need to worry about anything,
as I've found the love of my life.

But everything becomes a joke suddenly.
It doesn't take that long for me to realize everything;
Maybe everything is not what it seems.

& after our goodbyes,
the more I see those inconsistencies,
those stories & theories that make me even sure,
that maybe he's not the one.

I've packed my bag;
and all the broken pieces of my heart.
Those happy endings I thought I've found,
is all becoming nonsense.

Doesn't he know that all he did just now is really breaking my heart?
or maybe..
all these years,
all I see is just an illusion?