Stirred memories

Someone once asked me whether i liked him.

I looked at him straight in the eyes and replied without hesitation.

Yes, of course. I like you as a friend.

A denial. A lie.

Only as a friend? He asked.

Yes. Repeat denial.

Really? He asked again.

Really. Repeat lie.

I only liked you as a friend.

Repeat.

I only liked you as a friend.

Repeat, repeat, repeat.

In the end not only him, I too believed my own lies.