I think it's official now. Everybody knows.

Here's the deal: I can keep my big fat mouth shut, but only as long as I'm not asked.

Tonight, someone asked.

Someone looked into my eyes, and sensed the truth, and asked the obvious question. Even though she already knew the answer, she asked the question.

What was I supposed to do? Lie about it?

No fucking way. Not about that. Not about her.

I answered the question. I told the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

And now, now everyone on Earth knows.

And it still makes no difference.

I'm still alone. I still miss her.

All is still as it should be.

Dammit.