Any consideration that I understood how time worked shifted the first time I saw you. I became lost within moments encapsulated by sensation, by the feel of you against my skin.
Who I’d been, erased by the way you moulded my features into beauty heretofore unrecognized, confident I was someone to be gazed upon, appreciatively. Habits of the past fell by the wayside, self-worth finding purchase on a foundation made of all the reasons why you desired me. Even after you were gone, that didn’t change.
Of all of your myriad qualities, either delicious or unsavoury, lying wasn’t one.