It's easier to kill love than it is to kill the truth; truth has a way of coming back to life. The truth lives in emails, in others, in letters, in this little box inside of the mind with iron hinges that begins to rust as soon as the lock has clicked into place—it's only a matter of time. And, when the mind is stormy, mental rainfall washes the rust into the fresh water supply and poisons it. It's only a matter of time... before you must purge the poison and admit to the truth. The longer you wait, the more sickly and infectious you become.