As a man, I’ve known a number of loves. I’ve known lust and infatuation and rejection; a myriad of various pangs and urges, pure or malevolent, of the heart and mind. And I’ve felt contentment in waking up next to the girl I have aligned with and being greeted by the choices I have made. But I’ve also felt that sickness; that silently heart-splitting realization of a falling out of love, through outside factors or inner strife. And when that leads to a parting of ways and a regrouping of emotions and possessions, I’ve tended to keep my ways parted.
But she is a special case. We no longer are together, but she still occupies a part of my heart as someone who I consider a friend and great woman. There is a bond that is humbling, as it contradicts what I always thought was unthinkable as a relationship after a relationship. It is something that is as delicate as it is strong.