Nothing feels more real than falling asleep alone each night. And not even a month ago, waking up next to my best friend felt just as real. And then it was all taken, without warning and without hesitation, and now I don’t know what’s real, and what isn’t. To come so close to perfect and not only fall short, but continue falling into a relationship full of despise, would have seemed impossible back then. And now look. It can’t be real. Everything you once felt, and everything you did to me, and everything you’re feeling now toward me. None of it can be real because you can’t be both of those people.