You set me up with your friend. Thought we'd be...

You set me up with your friend. Thought we'd be "perfect together." I went. To make you happy. To hide my feelings. To maintain the lie. The date was fine. Your friend was nice. But they weren't you. They'll never be you. You're excited. Texting me. "How'd it go? Tell me everything!" I'm typing lies. About connection. About interest. About anything except the truth.