I was young when I fell in love for the first time. We were in long distance relationship and all we had were our mobile phones that keep us connected. We use to inform each other what are we doing or where are we going. And when night fall, we used to tell how much we had missed each other.
I always pretended that he was with me. I had really few friends, but I never felt any need of more as I had his love with me and I carried it everywhere.
But one day, things started to fall apart. And all those things which I thought were real vanished, like they never existed, even his love.
When he left me, I realized that I had always pretending his love, which was not there at all. It was never ever there.