Nice Guy Essay...

i met a guy who told me he was nice -in hindsight i should not have believed his words because someone who is nice would let his actions dictate. without feeling the need to verbalise the fact that he is nice. his actions were cruel and vindictive but his words were addictive and affirming like a lover's kiss on the cheek concealing his truth until they didn't but... I continued to believe that he is a nice person and I was inauspicious and unworthy. i have grown, am now alone, and have thought, wondered, and pondered. Although, the relationship obtained the toxicity of a nuclear lab, and the messiness and chaos of a sty. i will still choose to believe that he is indeed a nice guy