And sometimes we can fall in love with someone
for all the wrong reasons and still love them even after
all the hurt because well, sometimes and most times
we cant pick who we love. And even though we
know we shouldn’t love them we do and always will,
because there are just a small number of people in
this world who will “get” us for reasons we cant explain
even when they shouldn’t and even when time
has elapsed since we’ve last talked.
But now I have come to believe that the
whole world is an enigma, a harmless
enigma that is made terrible by our own
mad attempt to interpret it as though it
had an underlying truth.
Loss is a part of life, you can’t really care for
someone until you realize that one day they
may be gone, & when they do go we feel as
everything goes with them, & we feel like
well never really care about anything again,
but we do & we discover that, that loss was
a gift that helps us appreciate all of the things
that we do still have.
Even if time fades specific memories, we remember that we loved something.
And even if we forget why exactly that we loved it,
We know that we did love it, and that itself is reason enough.
We loved each other. We still do love each other, & always will.
But we just couldn’t seem to get it
together. We finally got to that point of “enough is enough.” And it was.

Sometimes people don’t understand the promises they’re making when they make them,” I said.
Isaac shot me a look. “Right, of course. But you keep the promise anyway. That’s what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway. Don’t you believe in true love?”
I didn’t answer. I didn’t have an answer. But I thought that if true love did exist, that was a pretty good definition of it.