faking it.

28/12/17:925am.

Sometimes I forget to remind myself that this was all led by curiosity. He wanted to know because I was willing to tell, he did not care. He asked because he knows from the last time I told. It was never love, I was never loved. I came at the right moment in the worst possible timing that might have only seemed right because we wanted to believe it was. He was not special but I made him. I was not a priority, still he fit me in. - I can and thought of saying so much more. I could pull out all of the reasons or excuses from the book but at the end of it all, can we really depend on it? Deep down we have always known. If we don't, we feel.

-riri-