Apologies That Don't Fit the Crime

There are apologies that are too small for the damage they follow, and apologies that are too big for something barely worth a sorry. Both leave me uneasy, like trying on clothes that don't quite fit.

I think about the way we fumble over apologies, padding them with excuses or stripping them down until they feel hollow. Maybe apologies are not meant to perfectly match the weight of what happened. Maybe they're just proof that we are human enough to stumble, human enough to admit we hurt someone, even if clumsy.