Maybe I just didn’t want to admit it. Maybe I just wanted the truth to prove me right. I lost though. I know a million times less than thought. Maybe I was just hanging on to anything that sounded remotely like care. Maybe I didn’t want to admit how I wanted someone to care. Maybe admitting that would also admit I’d lost some faith somewhere. Hope.
In Him. In Me. In this pointless over-hyped thing we seek to engage one another in.