I used to believe you.

I know.

I used to hold onto every word you said.

Yeah, well…

I thought we'd be together until the world crumbled around us.

Only on paper. Not even on paper.

This is my reality.

Your reality isn't real. It only exists as a string of information. I can't feel it; I can't touch it. It's not real.

Who are you to say this isn't real? It's more real than the facades you create out in the world. It's more real than the characters you play for your friends. You only really exist here. So tell me, are you real?

Yes. For me, I'm as real as the plastic under your fingertips or the luminescent screen in front of your face. But I'm not real for you. I'm barely real to myself. You… you take away reality and spin me into lies.

You spun yourself those lies. And weaved me into them. So why can't those lies be the new reality?

Because you can't change reality. You can't change people.

I changed. I change for you.

No you didn't. You didn't change at all. You think you changed because of experiences and wisdom you think you gained, but you're still the same. You will always be the same.

You changed.

No I didn't.

Yes you did. You loved me once.

Yes, I did, but only here. But I always knew love was fleeting. In all realities.

But you loved me once. I heard it from your soft voice…

I was only soft in the hopes you wouldn't hear.

But…

Oh please, don't make this a tragedy. This was always going to end.