I have come to realize that I may be guilty of many things but none are more fitting than the ones I myself admit before anyone accuses.

I am a user. A user of emotions, the most non-materialist ideas can leave the hugest holes. I am guilty of taking another’s affections as my own continuously. I have used, to get over. To get over my self and others. In a sense of living in the moment, I am creating an eternity of misunderstanding for the other.

How can I begin to explain the hurt I could have caused and the heartache I never felt from one that possibly adored me more than I could admit?

I walked on and never looked back.

As I was embraced tightly I realized that what I felt was sincerity.