Today he cried. His eyes went red and there were tears. The words choked in his throat and soon his nose was blocked too.
This is the first time I see him cry.
I don’t know what is the real reason, or reasons. Perhaps I was one of the causes of his tears. Yet when I saw the brokeness I wasn’t able to feel anything. There was no sympathy. I wasn’t sad. I wasn’t sorry. I wasn’t moved.
I found myself sitting in my own world of nothingness and emptiness refusing to budge one inch because I’m awfully tired and perhaps, a little angry. And I wonder if I can ever tell him that I’m suffering too.