The first time she smiled up at you with her hair between her fingers and her eyes blinking slowly.
The way she held your hand as you shared your most intimate secrets with her.
How she met your firends and claimed she loved them.
The way she laughed at your slightly racist jokes.
How she would wake up every morning with a smile on her face and make you coffee.
You ever wonder why she never complained about cooking dinner, night after night?
Why she never said anything when you spent hours shooting people from behind a screen?
You really think she was okay with you yelling at her in front of her friends?
She was not.
Everything about her was a lie. Now you know why she left.

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