I’m gonna miss the stories I made up about you in my head. They were good and they were promising. It’s a pity they were just fiction after all. Maybe if I write them down from now on and create a story around it, they will not be lost after all.
Fiction after all is the safest place to be. No one can hurt me inside my head. No one can crush the happy endings with reality. I will always miss you. Some part of me – small as it may be – will always stay with you. But the rest from now on will be fiction.
There’s a reason why they call me lunatic after all.