To Handle The Truth

"Ask me anything you want to know, I'll answer"

"I know, there are a lot of things on your head. Say it."

"You look like you gonna say something but you're not"


Most of the times, he tries to dig inside of my head. He realise there is a gigantic maze that he can not escape without my guidance, cause I'm the only owner of the little light.

Most of the times, I look at him puzzled, slowly and in the eye. My eyes strolling down to his lip, he talks too much. He tortures me with words, because he is who he is, the brutally honest one.

Love one, to be frank, I am struggling - this is what I never told him.

Feigning ignorance, yes, he gets the point right, I have zillion questions in my mind.  So many things I want to know about him, like, really, so many things.  However, will I ever be strong enough to handle the truth? Not really, Darling.

That is my smile in agony, protecting this little fragile heart from hideous truth.

Afterall, I'm just not that ready.