Spinning

Was it real? Did any of it have truth behind it? Or was it all as clearly laid out as the lies that, even now, I am slowly discovering? How can I trust you?

Was it always this way? Did you mean to deceive, or was it some naive part of your nature that could not resist the urge to weave the lies? Where does our friendship go from here?

As I try to take it all in, my mind is still spinning. All I know is that, somehow, you are not the person that I thought I knew so well. And I don’t know who it is that is staring back at me. In a world where trust is rare, you were a kindred spirit to me. I let you into the very depths of my soul, and I thought you had done the same. But it was a lie. And I don’t know where that leaves us.

©2003, David Paul Guzmán. This work may not be reproduced in any form without permission from the author.