Sheesh.
What happens when someone shatters the good image you had of someone else?
Urgh. Why do I not see the dark side?
You seemed perfect. Do you know?
I never knew. Had no right to know. So much.
Silence didn't use to be so haunting.
Beneath that exterior
Shiny beautiful surfaces are scary
like still water, you never know what's lurking beneath the placid surface.
Whatever.
I shouldn't have known so much
you would have remained forever perfect,
impeccable in my mind
Whatever.
you'll never know what I know anyway.
And I'll never know what you think either.
Sadly, I don't want to.
But anyhow,
I'll say this for you.
I give you my blessing wherever you may be.
For old times sake...