Acera and I were together for more than years to keep a count. We were the Guiding lights for each other, we were best friends, and shoulders to cry on… however, with time this relationship turned into something stronger, something more beautiful… love.
Yes, we were in love. We loved each other.
Everything was smooth and perfect like a dream but that was the thing. It was all a dream which shattered in a blink of an eye.
All it took was a gust of wind to blow all of this, separate two lovers.
Today standing in front of him I couldn't see myself in his eyes. Once when all he saw was me and here I was standing trying to gain his attention but all he could see now was that bitch.
It amazed me how people change so easily. It makes me wonder if all those years were a lie. I was living a lie?
Did she love me? All of our memories were fabricated? He said he loved me more than I could count on my fingers.
