Sedimentary, my dear Watson

How do you engage with someone who is determined to see you through a filtered lens?

You know those water filters. They first take out the large chunks and, then, the smaller sediment and, then, the teeny tiny microscopic bits that are so small you wonder if they even make a difference? When you distill it all, do you get pure water? Or is it filtered water? Which version is the pure one? The one that naturally occurs or the cleanest version?

If I distill myself down into something simple, am I more or less pure? This is the definition of pure that I’m thinking about today: “without any extraneous and unnecessary elements.”*

He will probably apologize to me later today. I’ll say I accept. I’ll lie to seem like my heart is more pure. Maybe now it is.

*From Oxford Dictionary