When what you want is a relationship, and not a person, get a dog.
Maybe it was wrong, or maybe impossible, but I wanted the truth to be one thing. One solid thing.
Truth was funny, because it was an insistent thing, maybe as powerful and insistent as some force of nature, the push of water or wind. You could keep it out only so long, but it had its own will and its own needs, and maybe you could keep it at bay with lies, but not for long, not for always.
I could forget that part, but it had to have been true.