Just lie to me, I love to hear your lies.

After more than 40 years I found Annie, through all those during early years I had told her four time that I loved her, she never once responded. So on the phone after all those years she said she probably did love me, but was to shy to tell me. I bawled my eyes out having wanting to hear those words for decades. I didn’t really believe her, I thought she just said it because I wanted to hear it. I didn’t care, that was ok with me. I loved the fantasy I created in my mind that she loved me once. When I said those words I said them to last for a life time. When I sent her yellow roses I wrote "These beautiful flowers will wilt and die one day, unlike the love I sent to you it will last forever[" , and it has. Michael.