better left unsaid?

Curiosity will kill the cat, but a risk that is unavoidably antagonizing. Past experience has taught me that no matter how many questions you ask or information you gather, in the end things turn out to be misleading or misunderstood. In all likelihood, I am wrong about this situation, and unjustly questioning things that should have no bearing on my perspective. I feel guilty for casting judgement before actually knowing, and I am trying to be as fair as I can, but it's hard to wrap my head around things with a story of swiss cheese. I don't want to pry and I know things are painful, and the anger is eminent, but I am also left with a feeling that I may have done the wrong thing. I know what feels so perfect couldn't be wrong, but I just wouldn't want the prestige of it all to be tarnished by a mistaken chain of events. There is part of me who would like to let the sleeping dogs lie, but then again, I am also by default a worrier and inquisitive of such things that could change sentiment of this fantasy. I have been able to allow it all to be without a doubt, which is a first in my life, but I also have a quiet whisper that wants to know how it all fits together, even if it doesn't pertain to me. I couldn't ask for an easier and more carefree love that has blossomed so naturally and i wouldn't want to jeopardize that in any way, but I also can't be blind to what was clearly in my face. I have always been of the belief that people do not do anything that they don't want to do. Even if they "don't want to" the desire to do the right thing or the consequences of not doing it drives the motivation behind the action, which therefore is a direct choice to do it. I also know that no matter what, after having such a connection with a person and so many hours logged in and so many emotions through the ride, that you can't possibly not care about the other's well being. Sometimes people are even more interested to know that things aren't good because that makes them feel as though life is serving up justice. I feel like I have been on both sides of that coin, but have also realized when you have your self-respect, that is when you truly can be happy for someone or sympathetic to their hardships. I feel otherwise it is a wolf in sheep's clothing, and although the reactions may be there, the genuine nature of the curiosity rests in the wrong place. There is no fault in the truth, but the question really is, do I want to know? My instinct tells me that I already do.