You woke up remembering you were disappointed in him, so deeply disappointed. So early, early in the morning, you tell him that you know he lied to you. He’s been lying to you. For so long.
And right now, you can’t believe it. Not the boy you love. He couldn’t have possibly done all that. No. No, he was better than that. Wasn’t he? Wasn’t he amazing. Didn’t you love him no matter what. Where’s that boy? Maybe he wasn’t real. Or maybe he is.
Or maybe you’re just delusional. You found out all this shit, of how that asshole wronged you. You saw all that, you weren’t supposed to know about this. And look at you, a confused mess, trying to think of excuses to dismiss this. Unbelievable.