I've been asked twice in the last two weeks to explain what happened. It's odd, because for all the thinking about it I've done, explaining it was difficult. I had to think about it. I had to think about it. More. Never would've thought that would be necessary. It's hard to explain to someone that when the truth is built up; hidden away somewhere and it falls into the open a collapse of the newly exploited is inevitable. I didn't mean to be as cruel as I was, it's just that sometimes the truth has a sting. It's unfortunate that you thought it was a game of creating arguments, when really it was just my pent up honesty, - true feelings I'd been burying for months, maybe longer due to my fear of your probable anger and disregard. It's pretty sad when ties are severed because the truth cannot be told.
It's hard to explain, because I still don't understand what happened. I'm getting closer to feeling okay about it, but I still don't fully understand it.
