Lie

I dated a person that killed three people.

After seeing this movie, I was reminded of her:

She was the sweetest, kindest, most considerate person that I had been with, up to that time.



While other women wanted to, immediately, hop into bed, she wanted to...  talk.

She wanted us to get to know each other, to meet each other's friends.

Her family was amazing, understanding, and worried about her.

Her young son was troubled about his mother's divorce.

I was welcomed, told that I was a good person, and her father hoped that I would stay.

I felt like my goal was to bring her back from the hauntings, to tell her that she was a good person.

I tried.

My last phone call to her was filled with tears.

I was parked on the side of the road in Downtown St. Louis.

I tried to explain my feelings to her, but couldn't.

She calmed me down, and said that we could talk later.

We didn't.

I went on to date others, thinking that maybe we would meet again.

I last heard from a friend that she decided to move away.

They hoped for her best, for the sake of her son.

She could never convince herself that killing people didn't make her a bad person.

She was just, unfortunate.