As If Nothing Ever Happened

The honest ones are always the winners. Secrets are never dignified.

In the final moment, they never get what ehy truly want. For years, I walked a tightrope.. pretending to leave room, postponing the moment of choice.

I hid my sincerity, and when the time came that I could no longer conceal it, I began a foolish performance in place of courage. It's not that there was no regret, no lingering attachment.

There was .. of course ther was. But in the end, I wouldn't have been able to bear it anyway...