What makes me ponder is, all those conversation I had with you, is it even real? I really blame my stupidity now because I should have seen this coming, you weren't even true right from the start. I thought it was genuine, but now I doubt it. You make me feel like I was being make used of, without even leaving a trace for me to realize after you're done with me. Underhand means I call it. You just made me feel like I'm the stupidest person ever on Earth, for trusting you so much back then, cause all those encounters, days spent, thoughts that I've shared with you, are for real. You misused it. I won't trust you anymore, and perhaps when that day comes for us to be back to how we used to be, it will probably take years and years, maybe just as acquaintance or maybe we won't ever be friends anymore.

You, on the other hand, what I gave to you was something that I couldn't retrieve back, feelings. Purely true feelings involved, nothing else. Seems to me now, the only Truth and Reality, is that I was totally a Back-up Plan.

How foolish I am.