A Dialogue on Love

"Why don't you just tell her?"

"It's not that easy. There are other things involved."

"Like what?"

"Good friends."

"What?"

"I can't tell her without losing a friend."

"Do you love her?"

"She holds all of my dreams, my hopes...my heart."

"But do you love her?"

"That doesn't mean anything."

"How can you say that? True love is the most..."

"What the hell are you talking about? True love is a fairy tale for little girls. Love is fleeting. It passes as the moment wills."

"Then why do people spend whole lifetimes together? Why do they have children and grow old together? Why do they dream of and plan for the future?"

"Convenience...fear...misunderstanding...settling. Listen, people make plans together all the time. Teenagers a re naming children that they'll never have because Johnny danced with Susie. How is that for futures and plans? Or how about the guy who lies and swears his love to some drunk girl just to get in her pants and feel good for fifteen minutes before he disappears forever?"

"Children and jerks. Children don't know any better. Jerks will die alone somewhere with a bottle and their hand for their best friend. Stop confusing what others do and think about your own truth."

"The truth, as I see it, is not some fairy tale. I could love you and lust someone else in the same breath. Isn't love grand? Love is an ideal that we can't live up to."

"You're human. Love is understanding and accepting. More importantly, love is faith that although you might get sidetracked, you will always find your way home to the one who loves you."

"Home? You can never go home again..remember?"

"So where does that leave you?"

"Alone..I guess."