Twisted Little Lies

She owns my heart. My goal is to one day own hers again. I want her.
What she doesn't want is me. She made that perfectly clear the summer after high school when she broke up with me. That hasn't stopped her from crawling in my bed on more than one occasion though.
Not that anyone knows about us, or our past.
We've kept that secret under lock and key for years. But I'm getting sick and tired of lying to my friends. I'm not ashamed of my love for her.
Yes, I love her.
I always have. And I know she loves me too. She's just afraid to admit it.
When we get caught in a compromising position though, all the lies she's been telling start to crumble around her. And if there's one thing she hates more than me at the moment, it's being vulnerable.
That doesn't stop me from taking advantage of her weakened state. Of trying to work my way back into her heart. Of reminding her why we should be together. But the more she lets me in, the more her lies are starting to get twisted.
The ones she's telling others but mostly the ones she's been telling herself.
If I want my second chance, I'm going to have to find a way to break through the fortress she's erected around her heart.
I know she's the one for me. She has been since we were teenagers.
My first love. My last. My only.