When you love the version of yourself you grew into with a particular person, when they leave, do you stay put so you can stay intact the way they left you? Because moving even an inch would mean growing without them and becoming someone they would never know again. Would you want to become someone the person you loved never gets to know?

But.

What good is staying waiting for a train that may never come? And what good is leaving if it means forgetting what made you happy? Lastly, what good is writing about lost love, when it only spirals you into devastation.

It started dreamy as ever, and I’m not kidding when I say it was everything I’d ever wanted – apart from the fact I was getting too comfortable in someone else’s life without an invitation.

Maybe it was the fact that it was so wrong that it kept us going so strong. Or maybe it was all real. I don’t even know anymore. But I think I’ve lived in the world long enough to know – it’s not every day you come across a person who knows the way around your mind, heart, and soul.

What did he see in me though? What could he possibly see in me for him to look as if there were galaxies in my eyes? This man was my core shaker. But this man wasn’t mine.

But why was it so perfect apart from the fact it was so wrong?

Was it easier to alter your reality in one without strings? Like you could be anyone you wanted to be because it is a new book, a new story, a new affair?

It’s one thing to meet an amazing guy online and then meet him in person and fall in love. It’s entirely another thing to conduct a whole relationship online, convincing yourself you’ve fallen in love from a thousand miles away.