Ending the Lies

I dated a girl whose hair was blacker than night, and eyes green as grass...what a knock out! And spending nights together, we counted small and big stars... and began to dream of another world owned by the two of us. When we touched and kissed, passion wasn't there...was it my fault or hers? I'm the kind of guy who loves intensely, expecting to be loved the same... she was the kind of girl who fantasized giving less, not because she was afraid; this question remains, " Who was to blame? Would love have survived without sincerity? " And this relationship went on for years, the gap got wider, causing distance... she used to call me eight times a day, making me feel special like no other gal would, but that warm feeling inside started to get cold; no text messages, no phone calls...a reason for tears! It couldn't have ended without an explanation, or excuse! I went to her place one winter evening to say goodbye. There she was laying in bed with another girl with purple hair; she jumped off and wanted to apologize for her stupidity, " That's the nastiest secret you have kept from me! " I said with fury and this was the right time to end the lies. She realized that secrets will surface even on the clearest water... when one the least expects it, but who was going to pay the prize?