Okay I lied. Well
not really lied. More like circumvented the glaring truth that taunted me
mercilessly. Lying sounds so calculating and full of bad intent. As Anais Nin
would say, 'I simply chose to see things not as they are, but as I am'. Or as I
wanted it to be. The man I’d been
falling head over heels in love with for over a year was wrong for me. I knew
it, he even knew it. My idealist heart
purred sweet nothings in my ear; “but, he knows just how to make me laugh”,
“and he’s got a fabulous job”, “and he’s so delicious bed”…