"He didn’t mean it!"

"How was he supposed to know?"

"Are you defending him?"

You’re sick of trying to say everything, sick of trying to tell the truth to empty minds. No matter what you say, no one will listen.

You want to defend him, but every time you open your mouth there’s someone there to shoot you down.

When you remain silent, you’re trampled over, words put in your mouth by others.

Is there any other option left for you? Anything besides knowledge of the truth that will be misconstrued as blind faith in the blink of an eye?

You love him, you really do, but you can’t always protect him. You can’t always try to take the brunt of the pain sent his way.

Especially when he doesn’t even know.