I think you know. I think that maybe you’ve known all along. Maybe you knew even before I knew. Maybe not. Maybe you just found out. It doesn’t matter. All I know is that you know. That for some god-forsaken reason you know that god-forsaken fact and I know that you know. Oh how I wish for yesterday’s blissful ignorance when I still thought you to be blissfully ignorant of any of these goings-ons. Oh how I wish you wouldn’t know. Oh how I wish it weren’t true.