Sometimes we have to take tough decisions in life, decisions which we know will modify the perceptions of people we care for about who we are. I took this risk today because I realized that trying to preserve a relationship by not being honest and open was ending up distorting everything. I have my own distinct rhythm of drama and melancholia drawn from my life experiences.I have tried to stay moored to reality for so long even when at times I felt I was being pulled in contrary directions.
I did my coming out to Kiran today. I should feel relieved.
Instead, I have this unexplained impression that the illusion was better.
Did I mar this relationship of ours? pollute it with the truth?
Is honesty the best gift you can offer a dying friend?
Is this the manifesto I want to write to myself?
Why am I feeling awful?
Saturday 19 August 2017
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