He never forgot: my birthdays, my celebrations, the holidays. But I always forgot.
He could not have cared more, through the good and the bad times. But I could not have cared less.
He never admitted he was always right. But when I said he was wrong, he apologized.
He never criticized. But I was quick to criticize.
He only lied about his own wellbeing. But that was the only lie that I believed to be the truth.
I felt I had everything in the world without him. But he had all the world in me.
I already had more than him in my teens. But he kept giving, and wanted to give more. And I wanted more…
And he would have given everything he had, his hopes and dreams, if only I asked.
Today I found out what unconditional love is. . .
But I have yet to understand how it is still possible.
My failure lies in my hindsight. How much more do I have to learn?
I am not able.
Pain.