It always comes a time in your life, when you, the worst liar in the world, have to face a moment where you are obliged to lie, maybe to someone you really care about.
Well, that worst liar it’s me. It doesn’t really matter the reason why i have lied to my best friend, but i have to say, it felt like being slowly chewed by some unclassified being inside your heart.
And we all know that one day or another, truth always come to surface. Trust me, ALWAYS.
So someone who knew i lied to her, told her i was hiding something. To her. My best friend. I have almost lost her, for a lie; the idea made me feel even worse, so, after a week of shame –that uncomfortable feeling that makes you feel like if you wanted to disappear from the face of the world – today i have decided to tell her the truth in front of a hot cup of coffee and – that was inevitable- a fairly thick floods of teardrops.
In the end, i think she has understood my reasons, but i can’t ask her to forgive me right away. Of course, i feel much better without that burden, that was a very hard one to carry.
Moral of the story: No matter why you lie. No matter if it is for a good reason. Lies don’t bring you anywhere.