i know that you know something that you think i don't know, but i should - and i do

confusing, hum?

truth be told, we are in the same situation, you and me. both of us know something that we'd rather not to. i don't know about you, mate, but as far as i'm concerned, i'm quite sure that my story will eventually backfire, and the damage caused shall be quite hard to repair. if it can be repaired at all, that is.

but it was truly funny to talk to you, you know? "yeah, i understand", you said. you think you do, of course, but that's just wishful thinking. for you don't know. not the whole story, at least; if anything, you might understand one of the reasons, only one, perhaps the less important one. 

anyway, the wall that exists between us shall stand tall and unbreached for a very long time. i know that you know too much; as such, the pauses and the silences will always be more relevant than anything else you might say. and that, unfortunately, is not likely to change. it could, of course, but for that to happen a third party would have to step in and get involved, and i'd have to crawl on all that shit again. and to be honest, i really can't be arsed to do that. it already smells bad enough as it is, standing there undisturbed. let's then leave it that way, so it won't stink any more than it already does.

and if the price of that choice is the sacrifice of a friendship, so be it. i'm willing to pay it.