Dear Lie,
Something about you is so tempting. I can't quite make it out. You tell me that it won't hurt. And ofcourse I believe you. You tell me that it will make everything better. You don't tell me that it's only for the moment. You forget that I have to keep coming to you asking for more because once I start, I will never really have enough. You're like an addiction. Not the good kind. Actually, I don't know if any kind is the good kind. Any addiction takes you away from the power of self control. You should always have control. Lie, why must you have control?
I don't want to hurt you, but you've hurt me. If I wan anything like you, I would repay with the same pain you have caused to me. What will become of you, Lie? What will become of you if I stop seeking you? If I stop looking for you, and if I stop running to you when things go wrong. What will become of you? Will you lose your touch? Or maybe you will fade... Perhaps you will disappear. Disappear like the trust that he once had in me before I looked to you to fix our problems. Maybe that should be your punishment... Although I think it's far too kind.
I must let you know, Lie. You will not hear from me again. I will not answer when you knock. Nor will I entertain you when you appear in the same room. I will give you my back from this day forward. I'm sorry we have come to this, Lie. But you have left me no choice.
