“I guess we do, sometimes, create our own worst fears,” I said, picking up my glass again. “And that’s what I did with Nick. I wanted him to be honest but refused him an honest talk. I wanted him to be—to be faithful but had no faith in him.” The emotions gripped my throat. “And now he’s gone and I miss him so much.”
“Oh, Derek.” Myles moved his chair closer to mine. “You can work it out with him. Maybe you two are like wabi-sabi.”
“What is that?”
Bump, in traditional Japanese aesthetics, there’s this philosophy of imperfection, of impermanence. Things made beautiful because they have been broken. Objects made stronger because of their faults or obvious wear.
“You know, if you break a Buddha and glue it back together, it’ll never break in the same place twice. The break actually makes it stronger.”
Myles knows a lot about Japanese culture. He’s been learning the language. He dreams of going there some day.