To the one who left me wrecked,

It’s been a month or two since I last saw you, I can still remember that sweet smile, the light chuckles, the manly gestures, and the deep gazes. Those mornings, when there’s someone waiting for you to have a breakfast together. Those evenings, when someone is willing to change his route just to keep you company. Those lunchbreaks, when you both argue on what to eat because of your different preferences. Those short breaks, when you don’t have anywhere to go and settle at the aisle to talk about random things or just have a quiet time together. Those deepest secrets you both shared with each other and those rants about all that’s happening around. Those small instants that made my heart flutter, those sweet words that made me skip a breath. Those moments that made me felt like I was a part of our own world. A world where we both matter. A world where we are both the protagonist. A world we both created. I lived and believed in our world because it all felt so real. It was dreamlike having you in it. It felt perfect with all the flaws and drawbacks. But was it really all true?  Or it was because what I wanted? Because how could someone make you feel like you’re a part of their world and yet will still leave you hanging?  How can someone tell you the sweetest words and yet make the bitterest lies. How could someone make you trust wholeheartedly and also make you doubt yourself? How could you use me to make you whole and yet leave me wrecked?  Now, I can no longer play the game we both played. I can no longer walk the path we always walked together. I can no longer trust sweet words that were just lies to start with. I can no longer go back to the world we both created.