It turned out to be true: the girl named Sarah is precisely the Sarah I thought it was. She says she didn't know, but deep down I feel as if I don't want to believe her. It's so strange, I remember going to see him, coming to the train station looking for him but thinking of someone else. No one specific, just the image of what I always wanted him to be. When I saw him in the middle of the crowd coming towards me I was always surprised: did he really look like that? Even more fragile than I remembered.
But know, after finding out how utterly false he's been, I can't stop thinking about him. The one I should be mad at is the one I want to forgive, and the one who might have done nothing wrong in the end turns out to be the one I blame.