The first time

You said let’s give each other presents on Sunday. It’s our one-month anniversary.

You gave me cufflinks in a velvet box, I gave you a meat pie in a greasy bag and then had to pretend it was a joke and your real present was at home and I was saving it for our 33-day anniversary because that was my lucky number.

That was the second time I lied to you but I only did it for good reasons. I knew I was not good enough for you no matter what you said.

The third time I lied to you was when I said it was fine you were leaving and that you had to do what was best for you and everything would be ok. Then I didn’t have another chance to lie to you.