…but I know what it’s not. It’s not love unless it’s returned. When it is, it becomes something else, something solid that you can hold on to.
I tried to tell this to a co-worker in so many words. But his girlfriend broke up with him about a month ago. She’s seeing someone else. He’s hurting.
Telling him he’ll get over it is like telling a recent amputee that they didn’t really need that other leg, they’ll adjust. Wasted breath.
But still, I try. He’s 21, going through it for the first time I believe, and he’s hurting. For him, love is still what they depict in movies, by actors on their third and fourth marriages.
I hate to see people hurt. But this is not love he’s feeling, not really, more infatuation. In the end, I guess it feels the same.
Hope he finds another infatuation soon.