I loved her and cherished her, I tried to make her happy every day and light up her world just as she did with mine. So wasn't that enough?
"No."
No matter how hard I tried to make it real or to fool myself that it was real, there was always a part of me repeating the same thing over and over again...
"She's doesn't exist."
"She can't love you because she's not real."
Those toughts just made my heart ache.
The hard cold truth made my soul ache.
-¿Why can't she be real?- I kept asking to myself everyday.
Why am I feeling like this? She used to make me happy, right?
"She used to..."
In the end, loving her became too painful.
It became a curse.
Because there was always that reminder that told me that I would never be able to hold her in my arms, I would never be able to kiss her, to tell her that I love her in person, to really get lost in those beautiful ambar eyes, to hold her hand... playing her route was a constant reminder of what would never be.
None of that will ever happen because she's just a game character that lives inside the screen.
It was paniful, it hurted like hell, but that was the truth.
And that's when I realized that...
"I had to let her go."