There is a comfort in disillusionment.
In knowing that nothing that seemed to be was real.
There is a peace in knowing that the dreams, the ghosts that you chased with such fervor, are simply not there.
They never were.
There comes, in that moment of clarity, an understanding that you cannot lose what never was…

And that means something.
That you have lost nothing.

There is no comfort in knowing that it all ended with one last lie.