My Turf

You stand there crying and gaping at me, your eyes dancing with hatred, your anger so intense you couldn’t even speak. A weak whimper is all you could manage.  

Well…

You couldn’t accuse me of dishonesty. When I said I loved you, I wasn’t lying. I felt and meant every word I said. At least, at that particular moment, that fraction of time.

It’s just that when the gush of emotions finally subsided, the words simply ceased to be true.

You really should have read Catcher in the Rye. Then it wouldn’t be so hard for me to explain this. Even that college boy, Holden Caulfield, would know what I am talking about.

I said I’ll never lie to you. And true to my promise, I’m being completely honest now: You are of no value to me. Only once—only at that particular moment, at that fraction of time, when I was grasping at straws and you were the only one around. Thanks for the company, but I’m back on my feet and I no longer need you.

Stop glaring at me like that!

Read: I never lied to you. It’s just that what I told you then no longer holds true. Hence, I am not at fault.  

You stand there crying, feeling abandoned and betrayed, your eyes wide with disbelief.

I shrug my shoulders and leave. I have nothing to feel guilty about.