I wish I could say I never loved you, but then my tears would just yell at me for lying

I wish I could say I never loved you, but then my tears would just yell at me for lying

Lying words have a way of twisting reality, of distorting the truth until it becomes unrecognizable. They have the power to deceive not only others, but also ourselves. We tell ourselves lies to protect our fragile hearts, to shield ourselves from the pain of the truth. But deep down, we know that the lies we tell are just that – lies.

“I wish I could say I never loved you, but then my tears would just yell at me for lying.” These words are a poignant reminder of the power of love, of its ability to transcend even the most painful of betrayals. To deny that love ever existed is to deny a part of ourselves, to erase a chapter of our lives that shaped us in ways we may not even realize.

When we lie to ourselves about our feelings, we are only prolonging the inevitable – the truth will always find a way to surface, to break through the walls we have built around our hearts. Our tears are the silent witnesses to our inner turmoil, the physical manifestation of the emotions we try so desperately to suppress.

It takes courage to confront the truth, to acknowledge the depth of our feelings even when they bring us pain. It takes strength to admit that we loved someone who hurt us, that we allowed ourselves to be vulnerable in the face of betrayal. But in that vulnerability lies our humanity, our capacity to love and to forgive.

So, let the tears fall, let them wash away the lies we tell ourselves. Let them remind us that love, even when it hurts, is worth the risk. And let us find solace in the knowledge that our tears are not a sign of weakness, but of our unwavering commitment to the truth – even when it hurts.