I kept translating inconsistency into depth

Dear Delyara, I think that’s one of the ways I confused myself. I wanted so badly to believe that mixed signals, emotional distance, fluctuating closeness, and unreliability still meant something meaningful underneath. I gave inconsistency a kind of poetic seriousness that let me stay inside it longer than clarity would have allowed. Now I see it more plainly. Plainness hurts. But it also frees. I wish I had chosen plainness earlier.