Maybe I'm just a casualty in his plans for ideal happiness. A lab rat in his experiments to learn and gain experience on how to hold a girl's hand the correct way, how to kiss, how to hug and how to whisper sweet little nothings like "I love you" and "Here, love,' over and over again.

Maybe I was the unfortunate person who happened to fall into the trap, a passerby who took his pick up lines for real and walked with him blindly, blindly for three whole years.

Maybe he never was happy in this relationship and that's why he dropped me the way he did...

Maybe all the caring things he did for me were contrived and he actually suffered in his smiles.

Maybe I never made him happy, but he did, and that's the wonder of it.

Maybe all the smiles in the photos we took were fakes, and so were the smiles that we flashed for our friends to see.

Maybe all along I've been living a lie.  ¶ 23:09