Twisted Lies

by Ana Huang

I could see myself doing it in my head, but in real life, the words couldn’t make it past the filter of my upbringing and lifelong social anxiety.

An angel sleeping in the arms of a monster.

But no one could rip me apart and put me back together the way she could.

I would rather be miserable now after having been loved by you than be happy without having ever known you.

The world wasn’t black and white, no matter how much I wished it were. And sometimes, we found our happiness in the shades of gray.