Why pretend to my face? Why smile at me, reassure me, and tell me everything is okay when you already knew your heart was somewhere else? Why let me believe I was valued while your actions were quietly telling a different story? I could have handled the truth. What I struggle to understand is the performance. The way you looked me in the eyes and acted like everything was real while knowing it wasn't. Being honest might have broken my heart. But pretending only made me question whether any of it was real at all.