I always told my friends about this thought of mine. Delusion disguises itself to something you love the most until it reveals its true colours.I used to hate ‘love’ because of past experiences. During that time, a boy told me that he loved ‘love’ because it always made him happy and free. Long story short, he broke my heart twice- no he betrayed me twice. He broke my trust twice. He made me doubt myself twice. He made me look like a complete fool twice. But the thing is, I let him hurt me twice. Because I trusted him... twice.I let go of him and almost three years later, I’m lying in bed wondering why the hell does every little thing remind me of him.