Try otherwise. Break the surface and break no bones. Refusal will not save the world, or even this moment. Some things are best left unsaid. Surely impossible that it could be otherwise we have both known this have long cat-stepped around it. Yet now you thrust your hand beneath and pull struggling from beneath the surface the one thing that never needed to be said. You perform a rape upon this poor tender thing, hold it to the ceiling in the harsh light of your fear and shake it vulnerable and undemanding truth until it goes limp and shaken-baby syndrome-struck lies still and unseeing in a wash of betrayal. You could have let it be left well enough alone. What is one more piece of love going to hurt the world? It never demanded anything of you, not acknowledgement not return nor that you should change, but only existed and took pleasure in yours. You damaged something which was simple and good and did it without need and without grace.