Until people tell you how you broke them.
Until the ones you love don't love you back.
Until the wrong person is in love with you.
Until you find out why they left you.
Until you hear what they said when you were gone.
Until the truth comes out and you can't take it back.
You think you want clarity, but what if it's not enough? What if the truth you want isn't the truth you get? What if you made up a version of the truth in your head only to discover it isn't real?
What if the truth is a disappointment?
What if it's something you can't live up to?
What if the truth hurts everyone more than just keeping it in?
The truth you think you want is that every beautiful person you're in love with is in love with you too. That the rest of the world thinks you're irreplaceable and magnificent. That you're the smartest, kindest, most genuine human to exist. That you're irresistibly wonderful. And you are. To someone. But what if the truth is that you're all the right things to the wrong person? What good is the truth then?
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