On the way home, the taxi driver tried to make small talk.
"Bad day at work?" he asked, glancing at me in the mirror.
"Bad life," I muttered without meaning to.
He chuckled. "Life's always bad when you love the wrong people."
His words hit harder than I expected.
I turned to look out the window at the wet streets sliding past.
"Ever been betrayed?" I asked quietly.
He laughed again. "Who hasn't? The trick is not letting it eat you alive. Otherwise, you become worse than the one who hurt you."
I didn't answer.
But I thought about it the entire ride back.
When I got out, he said, "Take care of yourself, boss. Night's too long for heavy hearts."
Funny how sometimes a stranger can read you better than the people closest to you.