Love that never fades. .
They say you can unlove a person, but cannot unlove love itself and so I felt a funeral, in my brain - a funeral to kill all our memories and to wash away all your sins. A funeral to burn down all the love poems I wrote for you. A funeral to turn to dust all the lies that you lived with me. For true lovers neither desert their other halves nor do they let them suffer in silence. They never hide their truth nor do they hide behind a facade. You are no more my special someone. You are merely a paradox.
As for the truth, it shall come out on its own, for truth always triumphs. . .