This is truly hard, to see your truth fade like the sand on a beach. Shouldn’t I have told you sooner? yes. Did I try to? yes. Am I doing this this to breathe? yes. His final question was why now? why did you wait to make me shed tears and wait for me to be broken like the old tv stored away and left to rot away? but guess what? that was the truth about me. That I am a liar, a fake, and a hurt machine. So now you know why now.