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.