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I went to Nate's around 1. We went upstairs and talked. I told him what I did. He got kind of upset, but he said he knew I'd do it. Then we were okay. Then he read a note I had written him at 2AM. It was a mess of emotions and it was not good. He curled up against my back and got quiet and upset. Then I asked him a few questions. He has been lying to me all fucking summer. I asked him why. EVERYONE knows how honesty is the one thing I value most. Honesty means the fucking world to me. He said he was scared. He was scared that he'd lose me if he told me. Then he started to cry. Extremely hard. He kept apologizing. He kept telling me he didn't tell me because he was scared to lose me. He kept telling me he didnt wanna lose me. He held on to me so tightly. I was covered in tears.
I can't stand when people lie to me. Especially when right off the bat, I tell them that I value honesty. But...I couldn't help but forgive him. That's part of love, right? Forgiveness? A teeny part of my trust is broken, without a doubt, but...I love him.
I can't stand when people lie to me. Especially when right off the bat, I tell them that I value honesty. But...I couldn't help but forgive him. That's part of love, right? Forgiveness? A teeny part of my trust is broken, without a doubt, but...I love him.