Literature
the lies lovers tell
My ex-girlfriend was crazy.
No, that isn't exactly right. She went crazy.
I used to think that she was the happiest, most innocent girl on earth. She had a natural beauty, with long, soft hair and a warm body that fit right in my arms. She was kind and sweet and selfless. She was almost angelic; to me, at least. So delicate and pure.
And, as I found out later, defenseless.
I should have been with her that day. I should have been there to protect her. But then again, there really wasn't anything I could have done, except for act like a jealous boyfriend. How old was she back then? Fifteen? Fourteen? I had turned sixteen a few months before