Our love story is like a book of fiction.
No one would believe the pages of carefully crafted words within.
Chapter by chapter you appear.
Your character’s dialogue speaking of love and honesty so clear.
I’m coming close to the end, the last phrases on the page concluding the plot. The twist was he lied to her, she lied to him, love as it turned out, it was not.
So tonight I turn down the lights to write a new book.
If you can tear yourself away from your autobiography, maybe you will take a look.