I remember the first time I lied to you.
We were lying in bed and you told me you loved me. I was silent until you asked: "Do you love me". I said yes, even though I didn't love you.
The second time I lied to you was about an ex
We were at the grocery store and I saw him. The man who had abused me for years. I blanched, and you asked me what was wrong. I told you that it was nothing.
The third time I lied to you was to keep you safe.
He had found me. Found us. He told me I had two choices, leave you, or watch you get hurt. So I told you that I never loved you, and to stay away from me.
I never forgot your face the day I left.
Then all the lies I told were to myself. "You don't miss him" "You never loved him" "He wasn't the one" "Your life is better off without him"
Then I decided to start telling the truth.
I told the police about my abuser. I stopped lying to myself, and I went to find you.
I found you, and I told you the truth
I didn't do it so that you would take me back, I just needed to in order to heal. But then you did something amazing.
You forgave me. And then there was one last truth to tell
I love you, I never stopped loving you