To be in love? What does it mean to be in love, really? Is it a feeling or a place? And at the end of it all, does it really last?
At that time, I thought the word 'love' was an illusion created by others to manifest the feeling of lust in a less sinful and scandalous way, and over the dawn of time, people had gotten used to the idea of 'love'.
"We dated." Zachary corrected, a muscle in his jaw twitching.
"You'd be lying if you said there wasn't a spark between us." She confronted him.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't remember any spark being there- especially after you cheated on me with that excuse of a man." His poker face was back- and this time with full force- as if he didn't give a damn about anything in the world.