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Sunday, August 26, 2007

But everything looks perfect from far away…

The vase turns.  He see the crack running down the faded length and realizes the truth.

Blinking back tears, I wonder, why now? Why come out of the shell at this point when I’m already so vulnerable and so fragile?

Maybe because of that.

But it’s the wrong time, the wrong place, the wrong way.  It was with best intent.  Something he’d said, it struck me.  I don’t want to be like the rest.  I don’t want to be the one to cause hurt.  If I let this go, if I don’t turn the vase, if he doesn’t see the cracks sooner than later, then I’ll be even more of a fraud, he’ll feel even more betrayed and I’ll have done a disservice to the woman who does eventually take his hand and lead him in the right direction.

I just wish I knew the right direction, myself. 

So it hurts.  But I had to be honest.  And now, I suppose, it’s done.

Too bad we couldn’t keep viewing things from the telescope.

Posted by Liberty on 08/26 at 01:42 AM
Posted under: See-Through

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