Saturday, 19 March 2011
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My guy friend just left a few minutes ago after a long night of talking. He's going through an awful break up with his wife, and while i'm not exactly sure where he stands with her based on some of the relationships he has on the back burner, as he spoke of the love he felt for his wife early on, i was reminded of my own feelings while in love. I didn't offer much to him, advise wise, deciding that my experience was one he probably wouldn't dare compare to his own, but I knew the feelings were no less valid or intense. The truth is, I knew precisely what he was speaking of and the kind of pain he was feeling.
He mentioned how much he loved watching her get ready for work each morning, and though i said nothing, all I could see was her. Sometimes, though it's been a while now, I still imagine her late at night in those striped pajamas, sitting in her bed with a smile so beautiful and contagious that nothing else in this world could compare or make my heart to beat so quickly. No one since her has been as beautiful, and sometimes, I doubt anyone else can ever come close. I still speak to her, seldom, and I wonder if she is aware. Does she even know what she meant to me?
Does it really matter?
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