They've been together forever, so long in fact that people can't think of one without the other. They were the oxymoron of our teenage years, the icon of stability in a tumultuous time. When everyone was messing around, getting their hearts broken, breaking other hearts, they were there, together.
Relationships came and went in the tapestry of friends around them, yet they endured, and they were good at it. Quick fix patches held longer than expected, only to be replaced by new ones. No one except their closest confidants knew how deep the cuts went, sometimes not even them. But what’s a relationship without a few problems?
Of course they care very deeply for each other. They’ve shared the best part of their adolescent life, been to hell and back in each other’s arms. But things are changing. Needs and wants are different, more persistent. Yet their public façade was perfect, the porcelain surface did nothing to indicate the cracks underneath, maybe until they even started to fool themselves. They didn’t see it coming until it was too late.
So what do they do now? Hold hope so tightly in one hand while fighting their battles with the other? Or break free? After so long, hand in hand, the latter would be like walking across a yawning chasm with no safety net or tether. It takes two to have a relationship, but if you love them, shouldn’t you let them go?
It’s so hard to stand on the side and watch them struggle, lost together in the very idea of such a huge change, when you love both of them so very much. I wish I could throw out a safety line, but I don’t know how.
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