Epiphany in a vacuum

Love is an illusion.
I have never known what it is
What the word means
But whatever I thought I knew
I now know to be false.
Love does not exist.
That feeling that someone else
Could contribute something
To my life,
Could make me happy,
Is transient.
Nothing is permanent.
Everything ends.
Some things sooner than others.
Most relationships,
All attraction,
Every feeling
And thought.
Love is not real.
Happiness is an illusion.
Nothing really exists.
It was all just a figment
Of my hypersensitive imagination.
Hoping, dreaming, waiting, feeling.
Everything is nothing.
Nothing is real.