Pretence

I can pretend. I can pretend that someday she will read my story. I can pretend that there will be a moment of startling clarity and she will see how much I loved her, and still do. She will read of my slow descent into madness, my battle to get better and my eventual redemption and understanding. I pretend that there will one day be a tearful reconciliation, where we both forgive each other for our past mistakes and misunderstandings. I can pretend that we can start again with a clearer view of what each of us needs, what each of us requires to make things work. I can pretend that we have a solid future together and that we will never leave each other again.

There is nothing wrong with pretending, it’s what great stories are made from.