When she broke up with me, I asked her the reason. Right then I realized that she hadn't said a single true thing to be in six months. She'd been always filtering the truth. Because I had been asking impossible to ask questions. Questions demanding heartbreaking answers. Now that she was finally doing it, she could answer truthfully. I am not the sun, she answered. She couldn't be the sun for me. What does that even mean I wondered.

The sun shines eternally. It may seem to stop shining in the night, but it still shines. You just are turned over to the opposite side and can't see the light. I can no longer shine for you she said. No she admitted it. 

When I was younger I thought I could shine forever. But now I know that I cannot. And sadly I am okay with that. 

It didn't really make sense to me even though I could tell she was telling the truth. And this is what hurt me the most. A truth I could not understand. One that I didn't wish to understand maybe. And finally a truth that revealed how lacking in truth everything had recently been.