over

A relationship could start at nine months ago, and then it's over four and half months ago.
I once told him, I would never find you.
He told me, he would find me, and unless he found I was in someone else's arms.
I once said, I was full of fear about the future of us.
He told me, he know what I fear, and he would not let that happen.
Sometimes I was so curious, who came to his life that let him so suddenly betray all his words he once said.
I am happy about the end up. Just cherish the story and sometimes thought the seriousness and worry in the past are very laughable.
When he told me, I preferred to seeing you having sex with someone rather seeing you falling for someone. He told me he was sad. Sometimes three month's relationship could not compare the one I only met two days? When he told me I was jealous, but actually his jealousness was also poisonous.
Mom told me, if you did not love him enough, then just let him go, did not let him so close with you.
Daddy told me, he was not positive about this relationship but he would not be against.
I was sad for a certain time when it's over, I stopped being sad since one month later he told me he met someone six days ago. How damning it's and how sweet the last lie he gave to me.
Then I started to realize how laughable it is.

I am glad about it's over and also glad to have some short stories even mainly most were fear, worry and nonsense talking. Until now I still do not know the music he played, but that day, the sounds from the piano, was it really happen? Sometimes the past has really happened? or Just some imagination of mine. Did he still remember something about composition for me?

I am very happy about its ending, am I sick?