“Don’t lie to me”, she says? But did you know, she lies to herself? She denies herself, every day. Yes, and every night. She can never admit that she is riding the waves. She goes through the motions! That girl is in love. “Don’t lie to me”, she tells him. “I’d never”, he said. She is only allowed to lie to herself. She wants him to know it. Put her feelings on a shelf. Like a book waiting to be read. Untouched, collecting dust. Pick me up! Open me. It screams at her when she looks. On the back burner. They are still kept warm, those feelings. Sweet like a cobbler or freshly baked pie. She knows they are there. They gotta cool off! She ignores them. The flame becomes too hot. Even when on low. But don't burn the house down now. Keep an eye on it. Don’t stare too long. It won’t cook right if you do. That’s what I’ve told her. Do you think she will listen? Oh, she is in love! She can’t keep lying to herself. Not good for her health. She’s gotta recognize it soon. She will. Denial doesn’t last forever. Nothing does. She can’t lie to herself. She’s so addicted to him! Impossible to catch a buzz. What can she do? If she cannot be true? Maybe it will drive her mad. You mean, like the hatter? Not that bad. She’ll figure it out. Hopefully sooner than later. If only she knew. She is the dictator. Of her heart.