Lie With Me

I know you would have liked for things to be different, for me to say the words that would have reassured you, but I could not, and I never knew how to talk anyway. In the end, I tell myself that you understood. It was love, of course.

Of a love kept in secret for fear of shame and more. I think the original French title translates to “stop with your lies,” but I like how the English title can both mean lie as in be untrue with me and also mean to lie down together, which fits the book's theme.