Never Let Go

I hate the fragility. We're so weak. Yet the bonds we make can be so strong. I think that's what keeps us intact most of the time. And most of our lives. Friendships and love, that is.

Human beings are like that.

That day, you asked me a series of hard questions which I didn't have an answer to a single one of them. I have some responses now, albeit poor. You asked me why people asked questions like 'What do you do for a living?' You thought it was strange that people would do something in order to live, and breathe, rather than to live to do something. You kept saying 'What do you live to do?' would be more correct. And all the while you seemed completely emotionless. Then you mentioned about the other time you were watching the television. In the program the parents of a son had found out he was dating. And that the parents would nag him about her job, height, family, and a picture of her. You thought those were very strange words to describe love. You asked me of which, asking him to describe her eyes or asking him for her job description, would tell more about the relationship and his love? You seemed to be a little snarky by then. I don't know whether you were being rhetorically critical or simply confused. But I thought about this for a while and it never crossed my mind. But I think it's strange too, that people would request such mundane information. So, maybe next time I ask a friend about his relationship I thought I'd try ask him about her favorite color, the shoes she likes, what kind of food she likes and how she eats, and ask him to describe her eyes and smiles. And hopefully, if I think about it for a while I'll see more and more what you meant. You stayed quiet for a bit afterwards. Then, you spoke up again abruptly as I was just about to leave. You asked me what people meant when they said 'Time heals.' I was confused. I didn't understand the question. Then, you expanded the question by adding what was innate in time that could heal? I still didn't get it. So, you asked me to try remember one of my past wounds that have healed. I did. Then, you asked me whether I just sat through after my wound or did I have somebody to talk to and comfort me. I sat back down and thought long and hard. I got what you meant after few minutes. I did have someone whom I will always be grateful. So, I had come to my resolve. I don't believe time heals. Relationships heal. Time is a necessary agent for healing because it takes time for relationships to grow and to understand one another. Time is simply a necessary prior for healing. But when I figured it out, you had already left and I never saw you again.

Wine over water.

When what you have is bigger and more precious than you, never let go.

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