I never noticed, but now it all makes sense. Every look we shared, every conversation we had, everything. You say it was just once. Just one lie, that just so happened to be huge. 

Everything that happened was not real. They were all fictions of you. The way you smiled was not real. The way you lit up when I talked about myself, was not real. In a way, it was, but not for the reasons I thought. You got me talking so the pressure of your words would be taken away. Too bad the joke is on you, because you fell from your soap box, and that was the one flaw to your oh so perfect plan. You fell, and I had no option but to figure out all of your little lies.