Talking to a friend today about love triangle troubles she's having. She said said of her friend,
"Why can't she understand? It hurts to look at her."
Love for a friend, love for a boyfriend, why must it take so many complicated shapes? I wondered.
We all just want happiness, to feel like we belong, to care for and be cared for.
Why must the path to a simple desire be so treacherous?
It seems to me, a world without jealousy would be a world without hate.
The situation for my friend has become
A burning from deep in her belly, an acid that eats away at her, inside out, worsening with each contact.
Love can become rage but rage is not becoming of love.