I loved you. Or so I thought.
Who is he to judge what I can and cannot do?
Who is he anyway?
You knew everything. I relied on that fact far too heavily. I’m telling this story now because of you, because of who you were. I want everyone to know what you did wasn’t right.
I want myself to know that you were wrong.
Still, I can’t tell my friends. I can’t tell the public. What I know must stay a secret. I can’t tell anyone. It’s forbidden.