telling me would not have been easy, but it would have prevented me from this - a selfish refusal to show you any benefit of the doubt and a flickering sadness that is too dim for me to get anything accomplished but too bright for me to sleep.

it is not your fault, but you could have prevented it.

hopefully, someday i will know what logic tells me - you were protecting me because you love me.

hopefully, someday you learn that, if love were euchre, it would not be the right.