“hey, don’t you look at me like that! don’t you see how sad I am! she’s gone and she took my life with her!”
“I see you’re overreacting again, as per usual. let her go, man!”
“but I can’t, I can’t. I need her here. I need her support. what will my life be without her?”
“exactly the same it was when there was no ‘she’. let her go, man!”
“I guess I talk to a wall. you can’t understand feelings, can you? you’re cold as stone. that woman was everything to me! can’t live without her, I simply can’t!”
“I don’t understand feelings? I understand them all too well. and ‘that woman’ was not everything to you. if she was, you wouldn’t be here complaining. she was just part of you. a precious part, ok, but part. you’re much more than a lover. let her go, man!”
“no, I know what I’m talking about and you haven’t no fucking idea! we shared everything, we planned a life together, house, children and all! that can’t just go up in flames! I refuse to accept it!”
“yes, there were plans, and hers included you, but now she just found another you to put in her ‘I love yous’, so, once more, let her go, man!”
“I think I should just let you go and talk to someone who can actually understand me! you have no feelings and nothing worthy to tell me. I thought you were a friend! but I realize now you’re just another one laughing at me! bye!”
“well, where are you going to? when I said I was your friend I didn’t mean I would treat you like a child. for that’s exactly how you’re acting now. so you expect love, or any human feeling, to last? nothing human is meant to last! and that’s precisely the most essential thing about anything we feel or experience: feelings are all the sensations of a moment, and whether such moment last a day or an year, doesn’t change the basic fact: they’re transitory, like we are! you think your heart is in shambles and that you’ll never recover from the blow, but believe me, you’re doing just fine! if you were really as desperate as you tell yourself you are, you wouldn’t even be here lamenting! nope, boy, accept that you just love the whole drama of it! you were lucky, you fool, you had a chance denied to the absolute majority of us, you experienced true love! you knew the touch of a woman, you felt the delicacy of her skin, you shared her deepest intimacy! and nothing was fake about that, you were there, she was there, that was as real as it gets, it’s just that it’s over now. it’s not over for you, but only within the limits of your mind, for her it’s past, she moved on, call it whatever you want, she happens to not want it anymore. and you can’t hope to understand or love anyone as long as you don’t see that anyone as a person, as ANOTHER ONE. another one who can’t help but feel things differently than you do. if we’re not individuals, if we’re all one and the same, different manifestations of the same thing, love, affection, solitude, all feelings are incomprehensible. nope, you’re a person, she’s a person, and albeit you shared one infinitesimal precious moment in time, a moment never to be repeated again, that moment is over, she’s entirely in another one, and only you is begging for the return of a dead feeling. yes, I’m your friend, don’t even ask me why, and I’m dead serious when I say you’ll be alright, you’ll go along just fine, this is just another moment meant to pass, and you will one day look behind, think of me- another one who’s gone- and realize I was right, and you’ll think of her, and you’ll thank her for the education she provided you, and you’ll finally understand the beauty in the finitude of everything, and that our great mistake is associating goodness with lastness, when the whole point of everything is being ephemeral like ephemeral we are, for we are not gods, our sentiments are as fragile as we are, and the pain only arises because our minds somehow can’t accept this fact, not because we can’t deal with it, because we do deal with the loss of things every single day of our lives. let her go, man!”