I know, it's hard to feel too sorry for her
Remember this? Well, it seems to have all come toppling down quite suddenly and with very little forewarning. For those of you who are thinking "I knew it" I say, shame on you, you old coots.
It is for me a reminder of just how awful breakups are. I mean, is there any pain so quite so filled with self-recrimination, shame, regret, and longing? It is exquisite in its way, but not enough to make up for the nausea and crying-induced sinus pressure.
Is it totally callous to say there is a bright side to all my friend's sorrow and that that bright side is that I get to go to Italy to help nurse her back to her old self and write and drink wine and swim in the blue, blue Mediterranean Sea? I suppose it is. But, there you go. Callous or not, it's a pretty good deal for me. Ah, love.
A thing I like