She said that she loved me forever, that her love was absolute. I didn't believe her, but I was willing to go along with it.
She expected me to say that I loved her with equal sureness and intensity. I didn't want to, but I really didn't want to disappoint her, even if I didn't love her, I didn't want her upset.
So I lied. And she bought it.
After thirty years, the cancer grew fatal, and at the end, she told me she knew I'd been lying all this time.
I told her I hadn't.
That was a lie.
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