"Listen, kid. She never loved you. She has moved on, so why don't you?"

"I don't need to move on, that's why. Look, I know reality despite what you think. I get it, OK. I am fully aware that she never loved me and will never come back. I understand what is happening and why. And, I am prepared for what is coming to me. The reason I feel the way I do, is because despite the facts, I BELIEVED she loved me. I really believed her. That is why I will live in my own pretend world for the rest of my life, pretending she loved me, because that is how I cope with giving up my life and all my worldly possessions and high status in society, because I believed her. And now that I have nothing, I will hold on to my real love. That is what makes me happy, and that is how I roll. You don't need to tell me anymore that she never loved me, please. Just leave me be in the place where I belong. And do me a favour, love the one who really loves you. Sometimes it may be hard, but I don't want you to grow up like me, kid. People think I am sad, I ain't sad. I am very happy happy sunshine in my own little world, pretending she really did love me with real love. Regardless, I have real love for her, and that is why I would throw it all away. So, you don't have to worry about me, I really am happy. I see things clearly in black and white with a level head. My eyes have seen the sun. I guess the only real questions I have are these: how did she know every single detail of my life before I told her? The first day we talked, she spilled her guts, not about her life, but about mine. Where did she learn that from? I mean, very detailed information about me. That was strange. Second, where did she learn to kickbox so well? I was very impressed. Third, after I had read her cum file 50 times, why did nothing she told me ADD up? Down WAS up, left WAS right. It made no sense. It intrigued me. Fourth, was she lying when she told me her favourite ProtostarR song was "Like Always" of off the CD of which I have forgotten the name (what was that EP called again? why did I call it that?). Anyways, these are answers I will never know. Regardless, I am happy in my own world of pretending that she really love me. You don't have to feel sorry for me, I am actually very happy right here, OK. I get it. Ha ha, the joke is on me. So, please, do not take love for granted. It only happens once, and baby, I won't let you down."