You lied years ago about my name, I did. I'm in love with the man you repesented not who you acted like

I wanted to taste your tears, feel, your arms, and hear your journ ed evey voice of my life. Only to find out that you were a pure product of a fictitious business of your own ass.

To John doe: You lied years ago about my name, I did. I'm in love with the man you repesented not who you acted like