He said he loved me.
He loved his mother even more, which was expected.
His mother couldn’t stand to lose him.
She caught us together, one day.
And dismissed our teenage romance.
He tried telling her how he loved me.
How perfect we were.
He made one mistake.
He lied about my ethnicity.
The real me.
I could not bear to live with that lie.
I could not bear to kiss those lips anymore.