Something to be Said.

There is something to be said after ten years or such. There is no way of separation. The fact is false. The trickery is not meant. Yet there it is. I could not have lived so long under this way and neither could you. You needed to be free and so did I. We hurt each other in exchange and every time I'm truly emotional I feel it. We are but one soul. Yet we are too different. I have not grown into the 'adult' world yet but you have. I am still faerie, pixie, fiddles, drink, dance, games, merriment, selfishness, aloofness and unmotivated. But I am not stupid, I am not smart but I am wise. I will deal with this betrayal and move on. We shall meet again in the other life where my heart will be impenetrable.