I would think of you often.
When I was sad, in my mind you were there to lift me up, and when mad you were there to calm me down.

I remember your touch, the sound of your voice, it's so vague, yet locked deep in my mind.

I remember your arms holding me tight,
the smell of your skin, making love with such passion and desire.

I remember not wanting anyone else, only longing and dreaming of the moment I would be in your strong arms again.

I remember the man so well that I loved.

Now, here you are before me, and I feel nothing. I look in your eyes and the shinning sparkle is gone. I'm confused, disoriented at what I see.

Your the man that breaks me down,  and uses the emotion of love to control me, manipulate, destroy and devour.

So I ask myself, was the man I loved a reality or fantasy? I can finally say he was a fantasy broken by reality.