Truth, late but it's here

It took him one year and three months to built a lie. It took me 10 months to create a dream, one day to question it and 5 months to realized I was played like a fool but who is more of a fool than the one who had to keep up the lies, manipulations, stories and what else for such a long time, all in hopes that the hurt and pain were so deep that I would lose control and attempt taking my own life. Now 40 days later, he has found a new victim or perhaps this time the victim will be him...again, what is so difficult about being honest and speaking with the truth? I must admit, a small part of me still aches, doesn't miss him or even love him, but wonders and wonders and tries to make sense of it all, of the actions, the moments of intimacy, the laughs, the kisses, were they all fake? a fantasy? Is he that sick in the mind to carry such actions in the name of vengence? What was the ultimate purpose of it all? Was there even a purpose? Was there a reason behind it or was it all done just cause? My mind wonders but accepts the fact that I will never know the answers, the truth or even who Patrick really is and if what I felt so real, was even real at all. I continue to grow strong, defining me again, rediscovering me, finding new things about me, like a Ruby in the raw, I continue to polish my rough edges, accepting me for me.

"I am someone to cherish and value, my flaws are many, my attributes unique, all in all, I deserve to be loved and cared for in the same measure as I love and care in return. I am One Of A Kind, and that is not a bad thing neither."