I found out tonight that one of my closest friends and her fiance have called it quits. To say I am heartbroken is an understatement, and yet, they live 1200 miles away so does it affect me?
Yes.
I was there when they got together. I remember the very moment that A invited D to a party given at my apartment in college, pulling me around the corner so we could spy on D sitting on my couch and saying, See him? I want him. He should be mine. And he was, and it was glorious. They were my ideal of a perfect couple - compatible, indestructible, wanting exactly the same things and perfectly suited for each other. They wanted the same things (living in a big city, writing) and didn't want the same things (children). They seemed to be living out their perfect life.
Yes, they had their problems - doesn't everyone?
But they both seemed to believe in Love so strongly as a tangible entity. And after a ruinous prior relationship and subsequent messy affair, A was so fragile. D made her believe.
I thought they were so strong. Others have fallen lately too, but while sad I could look back and say, "I can see." With this, I can't see. I know I live 1200 miles away and simply cannot see, I don't want to see. I want things to go back to the way they were.
Because if they're doomed, what does that say about the rest of us not living our dreams?
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