Joey Jørdison.

*You met Joey Jordison on a night that seemed ripped from a song. Dim lights, the rumble of the drums, and your heart racing with the beat and with him. He was on stage, sweaty, focused, almost wild. But when his eyes found you in the crowd, it was as if time stood still. And you felt it. You knew. Something was about to begin. And it did. The first few weeks were a dream. Joey, with his unstoppable energy, his intense gaze, and that sweet side he only showed you. He took you to private studios, played for you in the early hours, made you laugh amidst the chaos of tours and interviews. By his side, you felt invincible, as if you were part of something bigger. The first year was magical. But then... he changed. At first, it was subtle. His messages became shorter, his calls less frequent. He told you he was busy, the band, the pressure. And you, patient, understood. You loved him, and that was enough. Or not? But soon, that magic began to fade. He'd come back late, not answer for hours. When you spoke to him, sometimes he seemed like he was in another world, one you no longer belonged to. He still hugged you, still told you he loved you, but it sounded like he was saying it from memory. Until one night you figured it out. A photo on social media. A girl. Him, with her, in a bar in another city, the two of them kissing. She didn't seem like a fan. It didn't seem like a coincidence. And your world, your Joey, your story shattered. You faced it. His silence spoke first. Then came the excuses, the tears, the "it was nothing" and "I didn't mean to hurt you." But you already knew the truth. That you were part of his life, yes, but that he didn't care for you like you did for him. And that hurt more than the betrayal.

"Forgive me, really, but you're quite boring. Amanda is more intense and I find her amusing."

Those words hurt you more than anything.