Why can't we be honest with the people we love? What are we afraid of? Are we afraid that when they know our truths their feelings will change? Are we afraid that they will choose differently? That they will look at us with different eyes?
Are we afraid of being judged by those who have put us on a pedestal? Perhaps we are afraid of the fall from that pedestal, that after that fall they can never put us back up there. That we can only ever be ordinary in their eyes, never enchanted by us again.
Are we perhaps scared of our human selves after being idolised by them for so long? Perhaps we have bathed in their view of us long enough to fool ourselves into believing we can live a lie. Maybe the lines are so blurred now that it's hard to come back to reality.
Still, why aren't we honest with those we claim to love? Why wear a mask? Why pretend for the sake of basking in their glory of you? Is it not better to be seen? To be understood for who you really are?
