The glass is broken

There's a huge difference between being aware of something, and be told something.

It's almost like there's two "truths", they're exactly the same, but one burns harder than the other.

I guess this is called the ugly truth.

Bc

Unfortunatelly, there is a memory of us I really, really, really like.
Maybe this isn't so unfortunate.
Or maybe this is.
I'm not quite sure, after all...

I admit, I am glad this is over.