A lie more beautiful than the truth

His movies and music meant more than just entertainment

He told her that they slept on a jute bed in his village at night, outside the house, to stare at sky full of stars

He told her about the next tattoo he was going to get on his arm, that of his grandparents’ initials, in a box

He told her about the small bear and the big bear, that hid in the stars

He told her that he wanted to live and die, next to a small beach

He looked into her eyes when making love, a look that she would never forget

Then he tapped his fingers on her arm, as a songs played in the dark room, a feather-like feeling

Then he lied to her about everything else

What a beautiful lie to tell!

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