The end of an untold story
Today was the day the story ended.
There was no trace of the story to be written or to be told. There no trace that this story is real; to anyone. Just the two people involved are the two people that know the full true story. Because it was a secret; there’s no truth that is missing. There’s no truth that is hidden. It’s more so a today type of truth of a story just like the titanic. While there was one hidden love, there’s pieces that could be put together, and there’s pieces that will never be seen again.
I do this to myself to protect myself of feeling real hurt. This is something I’ve realized recently that has more so damaged me then fix me.
I’m always ok with being the hidden secret. But I’ve never been able to accept a real story that is trying to be told behind me. Who wants to tell it? Who wants to read it? Who wants to accept it.
Today the story ended. Today the truths were told. Today things went back to a “normal” life.
Typical titanic love story. It all goes down with the ship.