Truth

 

They say the truth is in the telling, but I think it goes deeper than that.

Truth is the only fabric that holds up over time. When someone starts snipping the threads, a whole relationship becomes weaker.

That's okay if it's a one night stand, a chance meeting of two strangers, or even the occasional connection of two souls in the night.

It's not okay when I begin to weave a tapestry that might frame my life.

Little moth holes become gaping flaws over time and what was once a thing of beauty becomes painful to look at, not something I want to hang on my wall.

Not impossible to repair, but time consuming and delicate.