I’m sorry. I can’t promise you anything. I’ve tried, but heaven help me I’m so flawed.

You see me as your knight in flannel armor, tucking you in on a cold night. You’ve always seen the best in me, the best of me. But you don’t know.

Nobody knows. On the outside, I know all the right things to do, right things to say, the right way to be. It’s an art, honed by years of lies and deceit, to myself and everyone else.

It’s not like I’m some movie villain, full of complicated schemes to rule the world, a tragic childhood, and a pool of genetically altered sharks. I’m just a guy, an evil, prideful, selfish guy. I don’t want to be that way, and that’s why I lie. The lie is a good one, but every once in a while I see myself in the mirror.

That’s when I see me, the real me, for just a flash. He’s not kind. He’s not true. Some day he…I’ll do something horrible. I’ll let you down, crush you, and crush me.

I’m sorry. I can’t promise you anything. I’ve tried, but heaven help me I’m so flawed.