The most convincing lies are the lies we tell ourselves. They are tailored to dress our weaknesses. They are tailored to conceal ourselves. I once loved a woman only by first lying to myself. I refused to see her faults, despite knowing her so well. My blindness was my weakness, my refusal to confront myself. You can never be true to another, unless you are first true to yourself. The true definition of beauty one is sometimes bound to forget… attractive bodies have a troubled history, and blindness leads only to regret. A woman valued for superficial reasons always fails to understand… why a country of two based on treason will never stand. The mystery concealed beneath her skin is deciphered only by questions asked, assuming there is a disposition to understand her history, to understand her past. Though money and power may suffice for a while, her growing appetite can be satisfied by others still, attracted by the same smile that seduced your will. When the answers to the right questions are proven true, be careful with reprimands or she might only blame you. The past of a beautiful woman is best kept out of view, so you may never understand why your eyes deceived you. The most convincing lies are the lies we tell ourselves. They are tailored to dress our weaknesses, but they only betray ourselves.