Who knows when I'll get another chance to write much. But have you ever been at a poker game with a couple who's broken up but just wants to be friends? It's awkward, I tell you. Waves of iciness followed by drafts of neediness all in the cutthroat atmosphere of a poker tournament. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, but it was weird.
The worst part is that I'm very bummed that these two have broken up. The one who is not technically "family" is someone I would never want to leave my life. I fear that the "just friends" might soon move do "drifted apart." Crap. It doesn't help much that this family member had broken up with someone equally as lovable to be with this person. And she is breaking up with her current love to return to the one she broke up with in the first place.
Maybe I'll get lucky and have them all three around. But this wouldn't be so lucky for them, I don't think. The latest lovelorn one must find the way to happiness and fulfillment and I doubt that being second place behind the first lovelorn one is the best destiny. For now, it seems to be working, though, so I'll enjoy it while I can.
I'll just stand by, play my cards close to the vest and try to hold on to them all, regardless of the probable futility of it all. After all, as Orlando Bloom says, "No cause is lost if but one fool is left to fight for it."