Prologue
It’s a known fact that people aren’t perfect, so how could we be fooled into thinking otherwise? They can appear perfect in our eyes. They can say everything you want to hear so perfectly, and they do everything with such precise accuracy. They are intelligent and skilled masters of observation. It’s as if they’ve studied your life under a microscope. I’m talking about someone who can finish your sentences and move so smoothly that you’d think you were dreaming. They automatically know your desires and provide you with everything you could possibly need. They make you believe that they are an undiscovered form of the human species. This description of perfection may not be relatable to everyone, but this is what he was to me. But then came that one revelation that ruined the whole thing. Was it minor, major, or somewhere in between? I’ll let you decide for yourself. This is my story.
This reminds me of a wonderful Stephen King story, where the MC character supernaturally reads his girlfriend’s mind, and becomes everything she has imagined …