Why did you lie? I thought that you trusted me...

Hi, how are you? The question that I and all the former beloved. You and me. Out of curiosity, and just really what I want to know if you are good at. You don't have to answer me. I'll let you my opinion, to analyze me, I leave my mind to play under my rhythm. Want me to do? Not me you are in your heart or when you make love with her you think of me? Or did you miss me?

Yes, you are right... some of the questions naive, childish. Only we older people, with philosophical thought, with the soul gone snow and rain. We are strong, strict, serious. Do not cry, do not suffer, not disperăm. The paradox is that we quench the bitterness of alcohol, we kill the memory through the substrate, foreign, foreign citizens – some sufferers who want to get rid of his past. Deceive each other and doing sex with soul empty. We are amazed, betrayal, food spoiled, modeling, simulation, and stereotypes. We are only flesh, we explore, we fight games new through our behavior is so-so. We feel invincible, but we are destroying a simple kiss and a smile fake. We believe smart, but we don't know to say at the end "I'm sorry that I lied, is hard."

Sounds rude? This truth can't hide, can't swallow, because it makes me sick. I feel nausea when I remember how many apologies, promises, what you have said, I thought I was real. I don't want to say something like: I loved You. Remember how we love, and we in the rain? You were mine. I revered. Blah-blah-blah. Too much romance. The novel, which he lost through the coffins. You lied, one thing you can't deny that you are guilty and alone. Just don't understand why you did what you hard, you played the role, and you were not yourself? Just answer me the following question: why did you lie?

"I thought that you trusted me..." you answered calmly, with eyes all cold on the North Pole.

Too much, we sometimes lie to us, thinking that we will be lead astray, that we need to bury the truth in the graves and we're going to see them a few shovels of earth. Oh, how we lie. How many...