In The End, You Were Only Ever Fool’s Gold
For me, it was real. So real that it haunts me to this day. For even the universe agrees it was supposed to be us in the end.
At first glance, you were radiant, and I was instantly captivated. I mistook that pull, that undeniable attraction, for destiny amidst all the butterflies in my stomach and all the warning signs along the way.
When I looked at you, I saw a future. I trusted you with the depths of my heart, and I invested my hopes and dreams in you—in us. I showed you who I was. I stood squarely and confidently in my truth, centered in my light. The gold you first saw on the outside matched the gold found within my soul.
For me, it was real. So real that it haunts me to this day. For even the universe agrees it was supposed to be us in the end.
But I’m the fool who fell for a shell of a human being, so empty, so selfish, someone lacking depth and compassion and kindness and humanity. I’m the fool for loving you with such innocence, almost as if I had never experienced the pain of a broken heart.
I’m the fool for giving so much, without ever expecting anything in return. I’m the fool for believing the façade and falling so hard for someone who carelessly threw it all away.
You manipulated and cheated and lied and pretended to be something, and someone, that you’re not. The promises you made in the light of day, you broke by the light of the moon.
From time to time, I think about the poor fool’s gold that wanted so desperately to be real gold. The light it emitted would blind anyone in its path of pure destruction. But all is fair in love and war, and the truth is always revealed up close.
For in the end, you turned out to be the fool’s gold, and I, the fool. 
