Saturday 23:00

It's been a long day, and it's been almost 48 hours since the prom, since the masks came of. And it's been more than 24 hours since he put his mask back on. Whatever I think we had that night, is gone. It was all a lie, or maybe it wasn't. Maybe his mask came of that night, the kind everybody wears everywhere you look. Maybe he did love me, maybe what we had that night was magical, was love. But it just couldn't be.

I'm happy I did go to the prom though, it brought me much. I learned a lot and the night itself was magical.

Even if we cannot be.

Em understood, and she's been there for me for so long, and is still with me. She will help me through this heartbreak, because I still love him despite the masks, and the "breakup"

To me, this wasn't a mistake.

But now I know, people wear masks, every day, wherever you look. And sometimes you're just lucky enough to see one of them come of, to reveal the person behind the mask.