I lie to myself and, as a result, I lie to others. The truth is that I am heartbroken. That this feeling hasn't changed in the slightest in the past however many months. That admitting this to myself causes me to feel a hopelessness that I haven't ever felt before. That what I lost I will never get back. I am overwhelmed with regret. I am nothing more than a familiar face, and I can't decide if that's enough.
