An Excerpt of a Book I`ll Never Write: I Was Never Yours, Only in the Illusion of Love

For a moment you almost had me saying that I was yours. But honey, I`m like the wind, escaping and leaving your lungs empty. I`m like the water in your hands. I`m the dream you can`t remember upon waking up in the dusk of dawn. I am the words you speak too soon without a second thought. I`m the minutes you waste on overthinking that you`ll never get back.

What is it like to hold something so empty?

Something that was never yours...

Just a fragment of your imagination...

just an amorphous illusion of love.