They say eyes don’t lie, yet they do most of the time. He stared at me with that look— the one that let me off the hook. I thought he’d give me a second chance, but life shifted, and he didn’t spare a glance. My love was blinded, while my heart tangled itself in questions: Did he love me, or did he hate me? Answers never came, and my life felt haunted by almost. When he saw me, he waved with a smile, teeth shining bright, visible from a mile. He seemed happy, excited, and I was scared yet delighted. As I got closer, I knew him instantly— his scent, his touch, his voice, his talent— everything woke me from my beautiful trance. He added my friend, yet refused when I added him. And I realized: this was the end. We couldn’t be friends, even though that was all I wanted. I’m never trusting him again, because when I give an inch, he takes a meter. I put him on my wish list for Claus, hoping this meter turns into a strand, and praying our hearts never cross paths again— or I’ll be trapped where my heart freezes and my mind spins into chaos.