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Monday, April 20, 2009

I don’t know what love is…

…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.

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