I never told him that though, never said, “I love you, Brian,” mainly because I didn’t.  While I love chocolate, love the heat, love strong arms, and love my dog Beast, I love all of them, but I never loved him.  Because I didn’t love him, it was easy not to say it, so I never understood why lying came so easily for him.  Always saying to me, “I love you,” Brian liked to tell lies. 

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