I was too weak to walk. At least, I thought I was too weak. But in truth, I was too weak to try.

And at some point, the struggle becomes too much-too tiring-and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.

And as I stood there in the hallway―alone―trying to understand what had just happened and why, I realized the truth: I wasn't worth an explanation―not even a reaction. Not in your eyes.

I didn't humiliate him by pointing it out because that's not how you treat friends. You don't judge them. You don't humiliate them. I bet he's been judging me all along.

I was too weak to walk. At least, I thought I was too weak. But in truth, I was too weak to try.

They were like two magnets who couldn't decide whether to attract or repel.

In the end....everything matters.