I remember the first time lied to her. I thought it was a little white lie, and while it wasn’t true at the time, I was going to make it true shortly. I never did.
I don’t remember the second time or the third time or any time after that except the last time. At least I remember that. It’s pathetic that it became so easy. I never deserved her anyway.
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Some people its better to let go of, especislly when we know something isn’t right. Doesn’t make it easier, but at times all thats left is to do better the next time.
Memories are hard, though.
*especially.