I thought that I “loved” him. But honestly, now I don’t think I do. I loved the idea of him. No. I loved the idea of love in general. I convinced myself that he was perfect. That WE would be perfect. I thought I understood him… saw the sweetness underneath his asshole exterior. My imagination got a little carried away. Reality check: I hardly know him. How could I assume all of these things? How did I get so attached… so convinced that he actually was the guy I wanted him to be? It’s straight up ridiculous. All those romantic movies have seriously been messing with my brain.