An evolution in years |
Just as I always suspected it would, the truth hurt him. All he ever asked for was the truth, and had I given it to him back in March (Febuary?) when the truth changed, perhaps it would have been better, or perhaps we would have not learned what we needed to. As always it is ever about the black and white with him, either an ugly truth or a nice lie... but to be honest there are always the shades of grey. I would rather not say anything that deal with an ugly truth, but I don't see my silence as a lie - it is merely my way of not having to tell a nice lie. It feels so good to be free. Before this the only concern left to me was whether or not he had been able to get past what I meant to him. Now I know that he'll be able to move on and perhaps find the person he really needs to be looking for. I've been lucky enough to find mine, and my only hope for him is that he is able to find is own. The chaos has ended, and it's time to go home. "If you don't have the time to read, you don't have the time, or the tools, to write." - Stephen King "Forbidden fruits create jams" - Chuch sign saying "What a strange path I took to find my heart" - Crime and Punishment in Suburbia "Don't go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first." - Mark Twain ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |