I can't stop thinking about that first day - the first day that I really saw you. I skipped eating out at my favorite restaurant so I could surprise you with doughnuts, and you were so appreciative. You couldn't stop smiling, and the more you smiled, the more I felt my heart melting into nothing but a pile of warmth - and dare I say - love? You kept saying "Oh my goodness, oh my goodness!" because you didn't know yet whether or not it was appropriate to curse in front of me. I only wish I could go back to that day. I wish every day after could have been as purely genuine as that day. The sad thing is, as beautiful as that day was, your lies seemed just as beautiful. I gave you the truth, and in return, you gave me beautiful, wonderful, lies. Now I am alone with my own truth, and it hurts. It hurts like hell. Sometimes, in moments like these, I think I would give anything for your beautiful lies to give me comfort once more.