Shatter.

I used to wonder how it'd feel to loose someone I love. Why the people in the movies yelled 'NOOOOOOO!' and then just dropped wherever they stood. Why not sit on a bench or a chair or at least somewhere that's a bit cleaner than the ground? I got a first-hand lesson in that myself this year. I suppose I should be grateful, I always want to know more about things. You see, when you sit on the ground, you can't get any further down. It's quite reassuring to know that you actually can't sink any deeper. A chair can break, a bench can fall apart, but the ground will be where it is.

He tried to make his feelings for me dead for him. It's a shame that he in the process made my feelings for him fade and disappear. What's left are the memories of the feelings I once had. I don't remember what he looks like. I don't remember his smile. I don't remember his voice. He honestly doesn't mean anything to me anymore. The memories will never fade, but they don't affect me anymore. I have moved on.

Love is an illusion. It's up to us if we want to believe the illusion or not.