The Night After
I sat with my head in my hands.
“I’m tired of being in mediocre relationships.” I said.
“Maybe you should try loving someone who loves you back. I don’t know how you do it. It’s like you only pick one way streets to drive down.” Rich said.
“What do you think the problem is?” I peeked an eye at him.
“The list goes on…” He rolled his eyes. “Seriously man. No matter what anyone says- love is not enough. Imagine that you’re trying to build a bridge, but here’s the thing, you only got materials for half of a bridge. So you gotta find someone that is willing to build the other half with you. Because by yourself, your only choice with half the materials is to build something that is going to collapse. That’s the essence of all your relationships for the last ten years.”
“Sounds like you’ve been thinking about this a lot.”
“You’ve given me a lot think about. I’m your friend, I want you to be happy. This-,” he gestured vaguely, “-this ain’t making you happy. Be happy. Do something you love. You deserve it.”