, ♥

is love,
accepting every lie and deceit, pretending you believe whatever he said, even when you know that the reason he was late was because he was with his EX. and when he comes, rushing saying "im sorry dear, i had to run some errand for my mum", there was a moment- split second when you actually believe him, and all that you saw was just an illusion. and when he lands a kiss on your cheeks, you truly believe that what you saw was an illusion. untill, later, alone, you realise that it wasn't mere illusion. if that is love, i'd hate to know what hatred is.

think i want this?