In TV, in movies, and dramas, people always have this confrontation or they pour their hearts out to each other. I don’t know anyone brave enough to be honest in such a way. Instead we all just gossip amongst each other and think we know what the other person’s thinking or why they’re hurting when the truth is that we don’t. I keep waiting on people to prove me wrong - that they are different, that they can rise to the occasion: make things right when something’s wrong, or set aside fears for someone who’s worth getting hurt for. Except they don’t. And all that’s left are the ashes from the threads that once tied us together - threads that have been left to burn.