I forgot why I started. I just remembered.

Nothing was fake. Every single moment actually happened. It was all beautiful. And I am fighting to make that reality real again. I don't know how I got there. I don't remember what I did. I don't even truly know if I deserved it.

Loving another human being with all my will, thats why I started. Because I lost it and I want it back. Burnt bridges are just that – un-walkable. But there are other ways to get where I want.