truths and lies

The truth has a way of revealing itself.

Always always.

No matter how long it's been hidden or has been ignored to avoid guilt.

And it's much harder to run away from because lies, they fade.  But the truth is like a stubborn itch.  It never goes away no matter how many times you scratch.

I came face to face with a torrent of truths last night.  On Christmas Eve, no less.  Someone Up There is does love me and is looking after me.  He doesn't want me to live in lies and go blindly about the remnants of betrayal.

Was I hurt?  No.  Or more appropriately, "not anymore."  Dissapointed?  Greatly.  

My mom used to tell me, "Mag-ingat ka sa mga binibitawan mong salita dahil 'pag lumabas na sila sa bibig mo, hindi mo na sila mababawi."  Much worse if you tell it to somebody else who's not even the inteded recepient of such crassness.

Why am I being vague?  Because it's not in my character to backstab.  It shouldn't be for any decent person. 

In an old friend's words, "Enough airing of dirty laundry."

Because the truth has a way of revealing itself.

Always always. 

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After this, I will no longer speak nor think of that truth.  I deserve better and such duplicity doesn't deserve space in my life.