Quick footsteps approached from behind, she so wished it was him, that he had come to fulfill his promise and surprise her.
But when she turned around, full of hope, she only saw pedestrians rushing past.
As the night deepened, she slowly walked home, imagining countless times along the way.
Imagining that he might suddenly appear in front of her, by the time she reached her front door she was even hoping he might already be inside her house, preparing a grand surprise for her.
The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
He never showed up.
A smile uglier than crying bloomed on her lips — she wanted to laugh and tell herself it didn't matter.
She wanted to tell herself that's how men are.
But the tears flowed freely.
Unable to control her emotions, she covered her face and started to cry, "Liar, liar!"
The man who had once given her warmth and led her through life like a guiding light never appeared again.