Avatar Author: Lady Venuquin Still fragile. Still compassionate. Still hopeful. Read Bio

The truth is painful.

Deep down nobody wants to hear it, especially if it hits close to home. Sometimes we tell the truth because that’s all we have to give. Sometimes it’s to save ourselves, or someone else. We tell the truth because sometimes, to believe it, you need to say it out loud, as if leaving it unsaid is going to stop it becoming real. Sometimes it’s because we can’t help ourselves or because it’s unfair for someone not to know. Everyone has their own reasons to tell the truth.

It has the power to make or break us.

“This cake is disgusting.” Might not hurt me, because I know I’m a terrible cook. But to the woman, who came home early from work to bake her son’s favourite cake for his birthday. Or that man that wants to become a proper chef and you tell him that his signature dish, that cake, isn’t worth your money. That would hurt them.

Sometimes we tell the truth because we owe them at least that much.

“I don’t love you”
Because after three years, you owe it to them to tell them that much.

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  1. Avatar Robert Quick

    Excellent work- sad, poignant and emotional. There is a lot of great content packed into the 1024 limit. Good job!

  2. Avatar Krulltar

    nicely done. there is a subtle difference between lying for fear of the repercussion of hurting someone else, and lying because of self denial and not wanting to be truthful to your self. the sad part is it took him/her 3 years to stop lying to oneself and tell the truth.

  3. Avatar RoseTone ~LoA~

    Perhaps it wasn’t three years of lying – but rather it took that long to realize the feelings that brought them together weren’t truly love – and after that time it’s best to face the now understood truth than to hide it and keep plodding along.

    This seems like a friend telling someone they need to be honest with someone…

    Personally – I would’ve liked the end to be more of a “Because after three years, I owe it to you to tell you that much”, but that’s just me – cuz I’d like to know that the truth, however painful, is being faced.

    There’s a lot of tact here – it is known how painful truth can be, but it’s clearly expressed that you’ve got to do it anyway.

    Truth without sympathy can be cruel, but that’s not the case here.

    This is genuine and honest.