A/N: Yes, I have a gnome. His name is Gnorman. He's pocket sized. The idea was that I'd take him with me when I went to NYC and take pics of him, like the roaming gnome, but I never took the pictures. He has, however made a permanent home in my purse, along with a new, unnamed little green man.
Just felt like I should explain that.
A/N: None of this is mine.
Lost Perfection
It was perfect, Fiyero, and it wasn't.
I loved you, but I realize now that you didn't love me.
That you don't love me.
Maybe it's better this way.
Maybe it isn't.
Was it worth it?
I can't make up my mind.
So much of it was pretending.
I pretended to hate her;
You pretended to love me.
You pretended to hate her;
I pretended that you loved me.
We pretended to be perfect.
We were a lie.
It was all a lie.
Was it all a lie?
All those nights spent dancing, were you lying?
Was I?
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