I lied.

Can I tell you a secret?

I still want him back.

After all this time, I still have things to tell him.

I always told him  I hated the mountains,

But I lied. I love them deeply, passionately, like he did.

I always told him I hated travel,

But I lied. I love it deeply, passionately, like he did.

I feel nostalgic for what could have been and should have been, but never will be again.

I told him I didn't care,

But I lied. I care deeply, passionatley, like he did.