I believed in the purest form of love there was. Something which only existed in movies. Others read what I wrote and felt uplifted. They called it beautiful. But it was just my life. I believed it. All of it. And it made me better. I wrote better. I worked better. I felt strong. All the things that love was supposed to do for you.
And then you told me it wasn’t love…
Love is just a package to be sold and purchased. We feel things and we think it’s love. But maybe it was just a good salesman.
Thank you for helping me to find my voice. For letting me create this world for us to exist. It wasn’t real. But I was happy. Although I no longer believe in love, I believe in myself. And that’s all I need to keep going.” —lulu and your mom