Can relationships be thought out, manipulated and controlled? Can love be held at arms length? Not so far. She makes sense. She's intelligent, beautiful, wealthy and reliable; determined. What's not to love? Feeling like an actor, ready to blow his role. Terrified the cherade will soon be discovered. Pins and needles all the time. Living a lie that never ends. Behind a mask that doesn't fit, I gasp for air. Is this happiness? I have the picture perfect girl, it must be. Take a breath, slide the mask back into place and resume the role. Walk softly, always ready to fail. Inevitable destiny, certain failure ahead. Sanity, save me!
