I guess some things really are too good to be true...

It was strange...surreal almost, when she told me.
I was on the bus, on my way home, listening to music and staring out the window as usual. I was looking at the clouds, and the patches of blue sky between them. Everything seemed oddly vibrant, especially the blues. Maybe that colour was a sign of things to come.
Anyway, I felt detached, everything seemed strange and somewhat...wrong.
That was when she told me things couldn't be the way we thought. The hours spent mulling over how great those moments would be, the nights I dreamt about it, all for nothing. Fucking nothing. Now, everything is nothing. Nothing has worth. Nothing is gold. Nothing is good. Nothing is wholesome.

I feel sick.

I guess some things really are just too damn good to be true.