Book DescriptionShe wasn’t searching for forever—just someone who would be there when they were there.But every “I’ll never hurt you” became a prelude to another wound. Every “trust me” came with a hidden knife.Nora had learned to live with quiet hope and quieter disappointments. She tried to believe in love the way she once believed in constellations—that even if she couldn’t touch them, they still existed somewhere. But lies came dressed in tenderness, betrayal tasted like a kiss, and the good ones she prayed for dissolved into the same shadows she was trying to escape.Until Michael.He was different—or so she thought. He built her up brick by brick, piece by piece, making her believe she was more than her scars. And just when she placed her last piece of trust in his hands, she discovered the truth.In her words: “I was never looking for a forever… only for someone to stay while they were here. But even that… they lied to me about.”This is a story of love’s cruel echoes, of heartbreak dressed in poetry, and of a woman learning that sometimes the most dangerous lies are the ones we tell ourselves.