“Just tell me that this isn’t what you wanted. Just tell me that.”
There was a pause on the other end. “Of course this isn’t what I wanted.”
I didn’t know if it was true, but it didn’t really matter. The fact that she said it made it true enough. She said more, but I don’t recall anything of grave importance. In this uncertainty, I found something new. Do we really live our lives searching for what is true, or what is true enough?
