Shadow-Obsessor

I suffer from something. It is more than depression, it is more than love, it is more than torture. It is realising that I do not know the person I love. I am prisoned. Love became suffocating. I am struggling to escape from my own feelings. I realised I spent days and nights, years and heart on someone I do not really know. He is my ghost. My ghost that visits me at nights. Whispering me lies that are beautiful as truth. And all I did was believing him. Then what this fact makes me? Hero? Idiot? Loser? Naive? Do I even care...? I suffer from something. Some call it the sweet sickness of love. Others call it the t