Description of the new story I'm making.

I could say I've fallen in love with someone before but that would be a complete lie. For as long as I've lived I've never fallen in love, I just used people who fell in love with me as a distraction to the things I feared to face; meaningless gesture, none of it ever mattered to me, but I was okay with that. You could say I'm heartless, that I'm fake, and that's sort of true; my true identity hidden for three years until I finally got it back.

But yet again, I said I loved the girl who saved me but in reality with both knew it was fake, everything about it was fake, just like me.

I knew how to flirt, how to act around those who I never loved but, but I never knew that it's harder to act that way around someone you actually love; something I thought could never happen to me.