white lies.

Julia smiled as she told her a story.
It sounded so perfect in her head.
She was just a child.
The more she thought the more she knew that anything was better with a little stretch of the truth.
The only fact she knew was how things could be, but even Julia didn't know what she wanted to see.
She wanted everything and everyone.
Their love.
 their secrets
 their:
trust,
infatuation,
thoughts,
heroes,
mistakes,
blackmail,
She wanted them in their entirety.
Julia was on a mission.
If she knew everything about everyone, she would find something that she'd want to see in herself.
Julia, the person with the most answers had the most questions.
She found their heroes, and before they knew her well enough, she became a different hero for everyone she knew.
"I'm Superman and Batman", Julia would say.
Superman and Batman. Against each other. On the same team. Not an enemy, but a nemesis.
Julia was her own nemesis.
Like her heart hated her brain, and her brain hated her heart. But they made up one person. One team, Superman and Batman saving the world, heart and her brain, saving her soul.

She read a word, and explained as a novel.
Played a note, and she was Bethoven.
Read a map, and she had traveled the world.
Picked up a crayon, and she was Picasso.

Julia didn't lie.
She simply lived the life she wanted to live.
She told the tales of her adventures daily, and pretty soon, Julia believed it herself.

Julia didn't want to die for one reason only.
She detested her life and reality.
But when she fell asleep, there she found peace.
There was one place in the world where she could find comforting, and she would never want to leave that world behind. Her world, her pride. Her belonging: her dreams.

She lived in her dreams, and each day she awoke in utter disbelief.
She tried to re-create her dreams.
If Julia told the stories as if they happened in reality, then she would begin to believe it herself.

There was only one place she longed to be, and that was back in love.
But you cannot go someplace you've never been, and that was the one thing Julia knew. Aside from her dreams and reality, and everything that got confused in between, that was the one thing Julia believed.

So she told her tales.
Her dreams.
Everyone was envious of Julia's adventurous life, except for Julia herself.
She couldn't fall back asleep. She didn't know if she was awake.
She told her dreams so much that she began to believe them. Was this the real life, or was it just another dream?

Finally, they were one in the same.
Julia's dreams had come true.

just a little white lie isn't so bad.