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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