The memories of him still haunt me. They haunt my dreams and become my nightmares. After all the lies and the secrets the fake smiles and the broken hearts I will still believe his words because they are still real to me. He holds me tight, with his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. He brushes my long hair behind my ears to get it out of his way. He whispers to me everything I want to hear. He tells me he loves me and that I mean the world to him. That he wouldn't know what he would do without me. That I am his everything. I want to believe him but my conscience won't let me make that mistake.