Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Truth

In conversation with my new lover about my previous lover…


“He called you ‘Truth’, that was his code word for you," he said, "‘Truth.’”

“That’s so sad,” I said. “I stopped telling him the truth a long time ago.”

4 comments:

Dale said...

So strange. I can never see it happening. When, I ask myself. When did I stop telling the truth? And I can never see. The beginning of it seems always to be hidden. It's something I only discover later, with a sense of "discovering" something I've known all along. Was I really telling the truth before, I wonder? Or was it just that before, the concealments didn't seem to matter?

dweezila said...

dale,

i like what you wrote above. I also love the phrase, "versions of the truth." What is that? Is that like a little bit of lying mixed in with some truth for good measure? Is it like being a little bit pregnant? This topic warrants much discussion. Thank you.

Anonymous said...

Ouch. That gutted me -- and I needed it; thank you.

Kathryn said...

so you got a new lover?