The truth...

HURTS.

I am thinking that, maybe, just maybe, "honesty is the best policy," may not be all that.

Honesty is good. Honesty is right. Honesty is a trait I think everyone should strive for. But.....

At what point do you realize that sometimes honesty can be down right destructive to a heart. So destructive that the heart feels like it has been ripped out, shredded and then shoved back down your throat in a feeble attempt to make it all "better."

What if that honesty destroys someone?

What if it crushes their soul and tramples their idea of what they thought they had?

What if that honesty ruins them in a way that, well, no one will ever really see but will notice that the "something" that made them special or made them, "them" is simply non-existent now?

What if that honesty was thrown out during a time when tempers were heated? And that honesty changes everything. And you can't go back. And you can't take it back, because it was the truth. And looking forward is not an option at this very moment because you are physically drained, in shock, scared, emotionally stunned, and you feel numb?

What if that, "honesty," was not the best policy and somehow it is too late?

PS. TOMORROW IS TODAY AND IT STILL AIN'T BETTER. TOMORROW WILL BE BETTER. I KNOW IT!