I cannot abide liars. I don’t mind what the truth is, and I will generally forgive those that come clean, but I do not like to be lied to.
And yet, there are times that I get strung a line, and even though my head is uncertain, it plays along. It plays along as it wants to believe. But then it questions those things are too fanciful, perhaps too good to be true, and it knows.
Honesty excites me, no matter how dark, how ugly, how mundane the truth; that you are brave enough to share, that shows what kind of person you are.