You want the truth? It goes something like this. The narrator is
me. The other main character is my girlfriend, with whom I now
live. Our summer lovers were real, but they had different names.
The journal stuff was true, too. Those books are forbidden reading
now, since we talked the whole thing to death. We haven’t decided to
destroy the books, which ironically enough, look exactly alike,
because we agreed upon a few principles to try and keep our
relationship in good working order. 1) you can’t leave in the middle
of an argument (no running away from problems.) 2) Honesty (no
matter how much it hurts) is the foundation of our relationship and
3) writing is sacred.
For a long time, I lied about my summer relationship. I maintained
that I hadn't ever slept with her. When I finally admitted that, to
my girlfriend and to myself, I took the first step toward accepting
what she had done to me. Toward accepting her. Toward accepting her
lies.
The End
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