Are people really who they appear to be ? When we fall for someone why do we paint this picture of somebody who actually doesn’t exist ? This man who appeared in my life seemed amazing .. It’s not until things get hard that you see who people really are.
The picture starts to become distorted , messy .. And something you don’t recognise anymore . That person who seemed so beautiful no longer is … The selfish actions and decisions made make them nasty . I thought he was admirable and thoughtful .. And at times he was but only when it was about himself . The pain of wanting someone or something so unsustainable is crippling .
Where do you start when you don’t know where you are ?