The Secret of a Hypocrite and a Liar

He could not read her heart. She was blank and hidden. He so fervently wished it never happened. But neither did he ever open up and tell her straight out he did not love her. This might be his lie by omission. Were he to look right at her and tell her he didn't, she would keep the appointment and go. Something in him, though, some terrible weakness or lack of values. Could not tell her. It felt like a muscle he did not have. And now did believe that the rules were there for a reason,. That the rules were concerned with him personally as an individual. What it really felt like was a taste of what might be meant by hell