Truth Hurts

The scariest thing about being loved is being known, being understood, and being vulnerable. Somebody told me some truths about myself yesterday. As the elevator beeped with each passing floor, there was an elephantine word that smothered the air, slowed my heart, and made my eyes wish for dryness. My first thought was to dismiss the word, to say I don't care, but I'd be lying. It was said because I needed to hear it, my regret won't change yesterday, but my acquiescence changes today.