I feel betrayed knowing that the only person I opened up myself to doesn’t really know who I am. I poured everything out to him. Cried my soul dead. Gave him a bite of my bitterest piece of cake (lol). Let him touch me in my most vulnerable state. Made myself believe that he’s gonna be my last. Let him plant inside me this insane idea that we’re gonna be together for the rest of our lives. Me and him. Together forever. Just imagine the absurdity of that. Ugh.