The words didn't arrive like a blow to the chest; they arrived like a slow-acting poison, sweet on the tongue and lethal in the veins. When he said he loved me, I knew the foundation was sand. I saw the cracks in the way he looked past me when the room grew quiet, and I heard the hollow ring in his voice when the sun went down.
But god, it was a magnificent fiction.
We spent months building a cathedral out of glass promises. I walked through those halls carefully, holding my breath so I wouldn't shatter the walls with a single honest question. People talk about the "bitter truth," but they forget how warm a "beautiful lie" can feel when the rest of the world is cold.
In the end, it wasn’t the betrayal that broke me. It was the realization that I’d heard a thousand truths in my life—stark, honest, unremarkable facts—and yet, none of them had ever made me feel as alive as that one, glittering lie.
He didn't mean it, and I didn't believe it. But for a moment, in the space between our reaching hands, it was the only thing that mattered
But god, it was a magnificent fiction.
We spent months building a cathedral out of glass promises. I walked through those halls carefully, holding my breath so I wouldn't shatter the walls with a single honest question. People talk about the "bitter truth," but they forget how warm a "beautiful lie" can feel when the rest of the world is cold.
In the end, it wasn’t the betrayal that broke me. It was the realization that I’d heard a thousand truths in my life—stark, honest, unremarkable facts—and yet, none of them had ever made me feel as alive as that one, glittering lie.
He didn't mean it, and I didn't believe it. But for a moment, in the space between our reaching hands, it was the only thing that mattered
