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A Beautiful Liar



As Beyonce’s popular number “A Beautiful Liar” featuring Shakira blared through her speakers, her thoughts could not help but drift over to him. Those dreamy eyes, that heart melting smile, every feature of his beautiful face, she remembered it all, even today. And of course, the lies, she remembered them too. He was, in every aspect, the beautiful liar that the song depicted.

She cringes at the thought of those lies. How naïve had she been; how innocent had she been: and, even though she had been denying it, up until this point, how dumb had she been. How could she have fallen for that sweet talker? How could she let herself fall for that beautiful liar? How could she just have swallowed all those lies without so much of a second thought? How could she let herself stay in that state of denial? How could she not recognize the real face behind that mask?

Of course she had the answer to those questions. She knew the answer deep down to the questions she was asking to herself and to no one in particular. Life has a way of showing you the ugly truth indeed, she realized.

The chorus of the song brought her back to the reality from the river of thoughts that she had happened to dive into:

“It’s not worth our time

We can live without them

Just a beautiful liar.”

“Indeed!” she said to no one but herself. It was not worth her time. The world is full of beautiful liars, she decided. They could be all around her; waiting for their next prey; excited to take advantage of someone who would believe their lies. She was going to be more careful, she was never again going to fall in awe of another pretty face which hides what they truly are; she was not going to fall into the trap of another beautiful liar.

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