It’s strange, when you learn something about someone through someone else. Afterwards, I usually can’t look at that person in the same light — well, when it has something to do with me, at least. I’ve been feeling that a lot towards somebody I thought was close to me. Weird, how I don’t want to talk to that person about it, but I keep on wanting to ask “Why?”. The hurt is gone, but a feeling of puzzlement is left.

“Is … a … puzzlement.”
-The King and I