Dear Diary

Its funny how the word love can be used so indiscriminately. Tonight for the first time he looked at me almost lovingly and said he loved me. Not in the throes of passion murmured against my neck, or via text message, but to my face. And I could not help but wonder, does he really love me, or is this just another way to control me?

After all it would not be the first time a male has used to word love to get what he wants from me. I have become disillusioned by the word love. I have become disillusioned by truth and lies. I wonder if what I am writing are even my true emotions.

All I know is that tonight he goes home to his girlfriend, and I go home to my dog. Again.

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