On the date he ate, but she never seen him take a bite. He enjoyed the conversation at the bar, they talked about what alcohols they consumed. This was his first date so it would be memorable for him. She was different or so he thought. He'd find out the truth instead of these ideals hyped up in his head. He thought he found love blinded by infatuations. Addicted to the idea of them living happily ever after. It would never happen forever consumed trying to escape this toxic within