Love is not enough

“I’m thinking of leaving,” she said. I didn’t know what to say to her. I only watched, as she came close to crying, and tried to be sympathetic.

“He betrayed me. I can’t forgive, and I can’t forget. But I can’t leave yet. I don’t have any money, and I don’t even know if I want to throw away our relationship.”

My heart broke for what she had lost, and what she might still lose. “Have you talked to him?” I asked.

“We’re working on our communication. He’s trying,” she replied. “He knows what he did. I just don’t know if I’ll ever trust him again. I don’t know what will happen to us.”

She gulped, her voice suddenly lost. I knew I had to ask the question, and hope that the answer would be a good one. “Do you still love him?”

“We still love each other. We’re still committed to each other… I just don’t know how to fix this.” Her eyes wander, as if she’s fighting the words, looking for a distraction.

“Love isn’t enough,” I said. “Love is just the start. It’s the thing that’ll keep you wanting to get through the bad times together. If you can’t face that…” I shrugged. “Maybe it’s just time to let it go.”

“I still don’t have any money. I can’t leave with nothing.”

“I know.” I hugged her, awkwardly but with all the sincerity I could muster. “But you’ll get some. You’re tough. Maybe things will change between now and then.

Whatever happens, I’ll always be your friend.”

I have many

I love all my friends. I love all of you too, who read this, because you are my friends, but I have several friends who rise high in my esteem, and they are more treasured.

Such is the way of things. Relative value and all that. The closeness of speaking one on one means more than the one to many.

One of my esteemed friends may be in trouble.

I am worried. I ask them, what do you plan to do, in this time of strife? They don’t have an answer – at least, not a complete one. This worries me more. They are far from me, this esteemed friend, and all the resources I can bring to bear are useless. All I have are words, and advice, and perhaps a friendly ear to talk at.

Is it frustrating? Good gods, yes. Would that I could teleport across the world, and be their friend in person as well as through a computer screen.

Hope is a wonderful thing. So I have to hope, even as I worry, and wait for some word of whether they face a greater calamity or not.

Feel free to wait with me, dear friends. And think of another of us, very far away, who needs more than a few friends right now.