I was told that all lies are half-true and that the world’s greatest deceptions on the earth and in the heart all have a bit of truth laced in.
It was a warm August day when he said he loved me. He said he didn’t know how, why, or even when but I’d somehow struck his heart like a chord or a comet and for that, he was irrevocably mine.
I jumped right in. We fell too hard. In the morning, he was gone.
Optimists pride themselves in seeing the glass half-full. I pride myself in seeing your love half-true.
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♫: Joni Mitchell | A Case of You (1971)