The wicked game of lovers and liars spout information in such a way as to make the victim believe.  The truly gifted of these two devils doesn't so much get a person to believe but has a person wanting to believe.  The human mind is given too easy distortions of reality.  The insanity occurs when a lover or liar can no longer tell between the two halves of the worlds.  What happens next between the information dealer and the buyer is a break.  The sudden realization that this is a lie.

"I’ll see you later," she says, "I have some work I need to finish up," the cell phone crackles.

The realization can occur in many ways; epiphany, outside advice or most commonly irrevocable fact.

Capture.

Caught.

The jig is up, the door opens and you walk into the blatant truth.  She is sitting on the couch amongst her friends; her first instinct is to stand maybe run.

Is that it fight or flight?

Like a rabbit caught in the eyes of a predator.  It is so obvious this reaction is a sign of fear-- being caught in a lie.  You know it, she knows it and still she tries to recover.  It’s second nature for the liar to cover their tracks in more lies.

How does the saying go, what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive?

She steps forward as if to make her leap from the couch a leap into your arms.

"You’re back early," she says.

“I miss you,” you say monotone, blank without emotion to hide the currents of blood in your veins-- raging.

This reality, held up in her words begins to crumble.  Like insight before death your life flashes before your eyes.  If your emotion isn't apparent in your words than it's apparent in your eyes.  She sees it, everyone sees it and she looks back to her watching friends embarrassed.  She pulls you to the side.  We've all seen this a couple standing in the corner talking in low angry tones.  She explains to you how ridiculous you're being under the circumstances of this slight infraction.  You both know, but it's more than this.  Yet still she holds fast to her logic as a last effort to reform the reality that once was.

Doubt, the words said before and the words said now.

“I love you,” she says, to make you care-- to make me angry.

The only result is to bring into question those words.

“Do you,” you ask.

“Of course,” she says.

“Why would you even feel the need to lie to me?”

The conversation goes on.  This dialogue has been building up.

Confrontations.

Accusations.

There are so many layers to what is being said between lovers and liars.  It would almost be pointless to try and go into detail.  You sit and read as a writer tries to decipher the complexities of human emotion.  Never once has anyone caught a glimpse of the random cards we have hidden up our sleeves.  There's no way to explain the tangled betrayal and the need to forgive.

Listen, her words almost go to pleading.  You can't stop listening hoping that she'll unlock the right combination, click and everything is back to normal.  Odd how there is no benevolence in love.  The victim must always feel as though they are justified in forgiveness.  Even if in their core all they want is the talking stop-- an embrace.

End, arguments always stop.  It's part of their destructive nature.

Death or a slammed door.

Peace accord.

New laws set down to mend the wounds and regain trust.  In your deepest heart, even while you lay holding her you wonder if you hadn't made the wrong decision.  The destructive nature of an argument.  The inability for human emotions to heal.  What's happened here is a chisel set to rock, limestone, granite doesn't matter eventually it will break.

Time and tide.

Infinity doesn't exist.  And whether this is good or bad depends on the situation.  But now, while the hope of love is still there your heart aches.