Liar

Hate

I loved him. The way his lips touched mine and the tanginess of his lips. The way his warm breath made warm shivers run down my spine. The way our legs used to entwine and how he used to bring home pictures he painted , of flowers, of tiny animals, of me. It was perfect. I thought it was, anyway. When you feel in love, life seems to stop and you're both frozen in a picture of your best moments together. I love him, so, so much.

I vowed I would never fall in love when I was younger. The faster you fell for someone, the harder and harder the rejection becomes, the harder it is to pull yourself back up. Sometimes, they never can get back up.

Dance. She's my beautiful daughter. The only reason to treasure life. I have to be strong, for her sake. I don't want her to be hurt. She's too young to pull herself up, or to watch my descent into depression.

Guess you're wondering who he is. That's Nik. He loved me, or at least he said he did, the liar. I'll tell you the full story. Liars... That's what always starts a story.