There was this moment. During a story you told, another story that was not true (and I knew because it involved me and it did not happen)
I realized you were a liar.
It was not new information, it wasn't anything I hadn't thought before in the moments right before I fell asleep at night.
But this was the first time I realized it was absolutely true and there was going to be nothing I could do about it. Nothing I could do to change it.
It made me really sad.
Because I can't imagine that you don't know what you're doing, since you never look me in the eye when you're doing it.