Sometimes, you just really want to believe people.

They're not necessarily lying,

but you can tell that something is wrong.

Something they're not telling you.

And yet, you're clueless.

You're mind starts to imagine all of the possible reasons for their behavior.

Was it something I did?

Said?

Or didn't do or say?

Did I forget something?

Did I put down something important to them?

Your mind just races.

And when you ask them, all you get is a

"I'm fine, just ______."

You think, At me? At who?

They say,

"No, not you. I promise."

And yet, you're not convinced.

You can't help but know that something is not right.

You feel as if it's your fault.

If it wasn't about you, they'd be willing to talk about it.

Right?

That's okay, though.

Because until they decide to talk about it,

I'm planning the whole conversation in my head.

If they don't follow the script,

well...

then, I'm gonna have to improvise.

Until then, let the imagination run wild!