Filthy Lies

<p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>On the day I turned fifteen years old I knew I loved James Blakney.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><span>?</span>There was a look in his eye that told me he'd finally noticed I existed in a realm beyond best-friend's-much-younger-off-limits-don't-even-think-about-it-little-sister.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Call it womanly intuition despite the fact I was barely qualified for being an actual woman at just fifteen-and only in the biological sense-but still I knew I loved him.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>What I never expected from him was a proposal of marriage nearly eight years later.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><span>?</span>I know it's not supposed to be a real marriage but James is certainly making it feel that way.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>He's also hiding something from me.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But I've hidden the truth from him as well.</span></p><p><br></p><p><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Lies.</em></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>So many filthy lies.</span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>~Winter Blackstone</strong></p>