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| Harper's Bazaar, Nov 2011 |
Truth is, it isn't all perfect. I tell xxxxxxxx that he is because he is aside from his humanity. At least he tells the truth. At least I think so. At least for now. I try to control my thoughts --it's far to easy to lose them in a heated debate with my conscience. The issue isn't the things I don't know, rather those which I do. I know that I've begun to question him in areas I once felt were safe. And I know that the answer to the text message I sent him 2 hours ago will probably illicit a response along the lines of "my phone was dead," or something similar. Even when people love you, how much of what they say can you trust? How much should you even expect to?
