Friday, November 20, 2009
Sometimes, some things are kept secret for a reason.
Otherwise, why the secret?
I find it hilarious when people argue back
when they've let the cat out of the bag;
And their excuse is,
"Oh, 'cause I thought you wouldn't mind.
Afterall, you guys are friends too right?
Would it really matter?"
Yes. It does.
To me :
Well, if I told you, and not someone else,
there's got to be a perfectly good reason behind it.
Yeah, we might be friends.
But I felt more comfortable having one person knowing it,
I trusted you more.
Yet,
You broke that trust.
If I wouldn't mind, it wouldn't have been secret.
The whole world would be open to it.
Telling you a secret,
is like giving you a key.
A key to a case ; for you to unlock what only I know.
My treasure.
If you just duplicate the key for others,
Won't they accessible to my personal thoughts; my treasure?
Won't they have the same priviledge I have given you?
Figuratively,
I give you the password to my house.
You tell others,
Won't they be able to rob my house?
It's not severity that matters.
It's the thought,
the Betrayal.
Otherwise, why the secret?
I find it hilarious when people argue back
when they've let the cat out of the bag;
And their excuse is,
"Oh, 'cause I thought you wouldn't mind.
Afterall, you guys are friends too right?
Would it really matter?"
Yes. It does.
To me :
Well, if I told you, and not someone else,
there's got to be a perfectly good reason behind it.
Yeah, we might be friends.
But I felt more comfortable having one person knowing it,
I trusted you more.
Yet,
You broke that trust.
If I wouldn't mind, it wouldn't have been secret.
The whole world would be open to it.
Telling you a secret,
is like giving you a key.
A key to a case ; for you to unlock what only I know.
My treasure.
If you just duplicate the key for others,
Won't they accessible to my personal thoughts; my treasure?
Won't they have the same priviledge I have given you?
Figuratively,
I give you the password to my house.
You tell others,
Won't they be able to rob my house?
It's not severity that matters.
It's the thought,
the Betrayal.
what we could have been, 5:52 AM.
