I once loved someone who was not very honest with me. I lost that person and now there are so many unanswered questions. It is as if this person is dead, because I will never speak to this person again, and the answers only rest in time. And like a sailor looks out at the sea, I wait for a light to guide me in.
I love another person who was once very honest with me. It was painful and I ran away. I hurt them too, in my fear. This person lives a life wondering why, and so do I. And like a sinner, I rest on my knees and pray for forgiveness.
I know the error of my ways. I know all the things I could have done differently. I know that I am complete, even in my wanting. I just want to be a REAL person.