Why are we afraid of the truth? Why do we pretend? “You are who you are and at the end of the day, that’s probably who you’ve always been”. Lie’s follow us around where ever we go, and the more we tell them, the more damage we cause. Irreparable heartache. We carry dishonesty on our backs into every situation we fall into, weighing us down, in the back of our minds. Guilt, like spoonful of peanut butter sticks at the back of our throats. So, at the end of the day, the truth isn’t so different from a lie, is it?
I realised that I did the right thing in letting somethings go, it was time and it was the right time. We have to move on sometimes, just for the sake of it and figure life out by ourselves.
I don’t want to do this without you.
I have been lying to myself for a while now. I have figured out that I may never stop caring about this the way I want to. You are forever in my heart.