I know what is true and what is wrong, yet I remain silent, thinking that lies will not be hurt, and when I realize that I have to support the truth, I delay it, because when I realize that the truth is death. Supporting the truth became meaningless.
I know who used to love me and who pretend to be my lover, yet I remained silent letting both fight against each others. The winner would be my choice. When the true lover lost the battle and she lost somewhere. I then realize that no one was loser but me. I was late to express my love.