I'm a mean man

It seems that I have upset somebody close to me by betraying his trust. Or, at least that's what I assume the issue is. From what I can tell through my rather limited experience, whenever spending time with somebody for long enough, indiscretions will invariably happen. These are often easily brushed aside into a corner to be forgotten. Yet eventually these images congeal to create a smoldering heap. Given sufficient time, the stench will become hard to ignore. You will see this compost and learn to hate it. Then you may place it upon the mantle of the person you once adored and view them for the filth they are. Or are covered with.

Is this person really that different then they ever were? Not likely, but do you even care?

When this person who has existed is compared to a blank slate, all that can be seen is the flaws that time has marked them with. The amount of filth that you have helped craft laid upon their veneer. A hideous reflection of scars and, more importantly, the picture of yourself seen through their eyes.

But your eyes also convey the same unhappiness. You've said with your whole being that which is most harmful to an individual. "I see you, I've known you, and now I don't want to anymore."

Look what both of you have done.