I cannot have myself believe what you said.
Maybe it's true, maybe not.
The only thing I finally understand is to be a pure friend of you.
It's really terrible to fall in a lie. I am scared.
Being far away from the devil, nightmaire, lier, and the love that make someone sad is to go into a world where only exists truth. Where is it? Paradise? A longly island? Books? I am not sure. Maybe it's in the deepest of our mind.