Black Lie

     Runaway Bride won the vote. With nothing better-preferable-to do on a Saturday night, I joined them and sat down for a staring contest with the black box. 
     A small-town farm girl didn’t know how beautiful she was-it was all an accident. A successful writer from the city finally showed her what a perfect accident it was. 

     The first kiss was spontaneous. She left. He ran after her. 

     The last kiss was gentle. She stood, small and vulnerable. He held her softly like he cared. 

     He would try his best to never hurt her. 

     The credits began to roll. No more hollow montages. No more empty words. No more intimacy. No more. False. 

     And I hated myself for believing any of it-even for a moment.