Unknown, as of Love

The world is a place of red lines, sweet valentines, and the defiant betrayals of something called love.

Something I’m not part of.

But okay, really, I’m not kidding. I can see it. Love is something very prominent. They don’t realize it. They don’t see it like I do.

All the lines are connected. All the lines, red lines, of soulmates. They don’t all work out. Often they never meet. Some days I‘m not there to see it happen.

And I’ll never see it happen to myself.

Snapped. Ended.

Broken love.

This is my story. But in a way, it’s also yours.

Even if you think I’m crazy.