A man who remains consistent his whole life must be an idiot. A growing person has to contradict himself many times, because who knows what tomorrow will bring in. Tomorrow may cancel this day completely. Life exists in such a way it makes contradictions, commentaries.
My heart didn’t break into a thousand pieces after he left. Instead, I realized all the things he didn’t do. He didn’t want to hear my stories. He didn’t ask me questions. He didn’t smile when I was talking to him. He didn’t hug me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always a preamble to something else, and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all.