What is truth...

Sometimes what we call the truth is just a lie we twist in our minds. Bent,turned, and twisted to the shape what we wish it to be. I believed you loved me I believed you cared for me I believed you would come for me. I realize all it was a lie I tried to make the truth. Lies can never become the truth but I did love you with all of my heart I hold no Ill will,harbor no hard feelings, but hold you in highest regard and pray you find peace,love, and joy that I could never give you. I'm truely sorry for that.