My Poisonous Sin
Logically speaking, neither of us should have existed. With rational reasoning, I had the right to believe it all to be untrue.
Life itself would lose what meaning I had given it, for everything I knew was a lie. It became quite clear to me that everything that happened was out of reach of human understanding. This was, of course, a horrifyingly beautiful realization, for human understanding was all I had.
But in the end, I suppose, my naivety and infatuation to learn about the truth of the world would forever be My Poisonous Sin.