Yeah, she said it, but the words tasted sour and she broke my heart more so than she would have if the words never escaped her lips. But it was my fault she felt the need to lie, I shouldn't have said it so soon, but I felt erotically complete in that one phrase- as if it sheltered my poor heart from the harshest of winters. But I can't tell her it's alright if she doesn't mean it, though I know deep down what she truly feels, I can't get past my craving for her selfish lies, anything to pass the time until she loves me.