I suppose that I haven't been completely honest with myself.
I mean, I haven't really been lying, but I haven't quite told the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth either.
The thing is, everything was not wine and roses. Or, to put it into words to which I can better relate, everything was not beer and jasmine.
There were good times, certainly. But for every time I smiled, there was another time when I frowned. For every time I laughed, there was another time when I fought back tears.
Things were hot then cold, or cold then hot. Never warm. Never comfortable enough that I could just kick off my shoes and relax.
Hope would be overshadowed by fear would be trumped by joy would be shattered by disappointment.
Nothing ever lasted.