The reality was all but an illusion.
For my heart, it was all-too real - the emotions were true, the emotions were honest.
But illusions do not stand up to the harsh light of scrutiny, do they? Now I am left with nothing but burnt and bitter cinders of the plans shared, of the promises sworn, of the I-love-you's whispered, of the affection given with all sincerity the heart can muster.
Everything now indifferently tossed to the winds like they meaningless nothings.
My head said otherwise, but I still listened to my heart. For who wouldn't listen to a heart that is throbbing with truth and honesty?
I want to kick myself.
Why did I allow this to happen to me?
To the unnamed one, two words:
And thank you for shutting out me out without any communication. Thank you for hurting me. Thank you for crapping on my heart.
Good job. I hope you're happy and satisfied.
Tang ina. Di talaga matuto-tuto ang puso.
Ayoko na ng ganito. Ang sakit.