You know that something is destined to be kept in secret.
You know that even the one takes the whole of you have a limit for moral tolerance.
You know it well, don’t you?
You’re the one who took steps back when you started to disapprove her.
But strangely, she’s the one turn you and confess, and you’re surprised by the great tolerance generated by the true love. You can’t help but think if it’s really like what you’ve believed. Perhaps, you’re allowed to be totally candid without receiving condemnation , but then again, there’s still something not even of worth. And there’s a fine line between serious stuff and nonsence. You’re full of crap you know it honey.