In All Honesty

I was honest.

I was honest when I asked her out because I liked how her hair looked when I tucked it behind her ears.

I was honest when I kissed her a second time and a third time and a seventeenth time because it was intoxicating.

I told her these things, and she liked to hear them.

I didn't know if it was honesty when she said she wanted to marry me.

I didn't reply.

I was honest when I kissed her sister because they had the same eyes and I was honest when I ended up in a locked room with my best friend during some party that got out of hand and I was honest when I told her we weren't meant to last.

As I walked away from the sound of quiet sobbing, I knew that in all honesty, I had never been honest at all.