If they had told me this is how our story ended, I wouldn’t be surprised. It felt like a love story, but this time it’s not Bonnie and Clide. That’s the pain that comes from forbidden love. Knowing that you’re living a double life, but I still never questioned you. Maybe it’s because I was always told, don't ask questions you don’t want the answers to. The truth is, I was naive. I heard all the whispers and the rumors yet I ignored, as this is what love does. It creates a parasite that latches onto you and begins to devour you from the inside out. I have this empty feeling like something is missing, like I’m incomplete and having doubts. Did I truly make the right call, choosing me above it all ? Letting our memories fade and our time spent go up in flames.