February 10, 2023 - “The Truth Stings” by Rahil Najafabadi

THE TRUTH STINGS

I only ever realize how ordinary a person is when I listen to them talk about themselves. Their words that translate into insecurities in my head are actually facts about who they are. They are telling me who they are. I magnetize them sometimes. Not to investigate, but to worship instead. I thought loving meant forgiving, but now I know it means forgetting and walking by, in time. It’s too much to be invested when you see half of the art. What am I giving away?