Maybe It's Real

Maybe it ws the way he held me. It just wasn't right. I didn't feel safe. The sparks never flew when we kissed. There was never that look in his eye that hinted at happiness.

I didn't notice these things at first, but when I could finally call him mine, everything was gone. But I couldn't break away. I was blinded by his loud smile and big grey eyes. His happy laugh and his tousled brown hair. He was the guy everyone wanted but only I had.

I only saw the perfect person he was playing.

Now all I see is the ugly, true person his is.