I can’t make sense of it. Was it real? Or was it a lie? I’m warring with myself, changing my mind so much that even I can’t keep up. One minute, I’m certain it was a cruel trick, that he was just playing me, and I feel the anger all over again, the burning rage that floods my entire system as, not for the first time, I wonder how the hell he thinks it’s okay to treat somebody like that. But then, in the next breath, it’s like a switch has been flipped inside my brain and I’m arguing with myself, remembering the fervor with which he kissed me, like he was starving and my mouth was the only form
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