I know how to tell the almost-true version too well

Dear Delyara, That is what worries me. Not that I hide. That I hide elegantly. Enough truth to feel real, enough omission to stay safe. The room stays comfortable, the conversation moves, and no one knows which part of me stayed outside the doorway. It happens so smoothly now that sometimes the split doesn’t even feel dramatic while I’m doing it. The cost comes later. In the distance from myself.