We are here to learn. Beyond love, all we can give each other is the truth.
We live alone inside our perceptions, deluded by the need to see only the good. The mind arranges our memories so the flaw is hidden, so it becomes "not me." The mind covers the mirror of events.
There is nothing to know but what happened, nothing to keep but the verity of what we've done. The witness holds a looking glass -- one version of the truth of us.
It sears and heals, a reminder of what we wanted to become.
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