I lied about my past. Made up a whole backstory....

I lied about my past. Made up a whole backstory. Childhood. Family. Everything. You fell in love with fiction. A character I created. Not the real me. The real me is boring. Damaged. Complicated. So I invented someone better. Now we're too deep. Too committed. Too invested. And I can't come clean. You're in love with someone who doesn't exist. And I'm trapped in the lie.