My friend was going through a time of reflection about his life. I could tell he wanted to confide in someone, so I just let him let it out.
He told me how for many years he’d carried a torch for a close woman-friend, whom he was sure was “the one.” Finally, after years of what he thought was true love, he resigned himself to the fact that she didn’t feel the same for him. He had to move on.
For a time he felt tricked by his feelings. He wrestled with questions like: How could I feel this way for her, if it was not meant to be? It felt like the real thing, but why was it only one-sided? How could genuine love bring so much hurt? What did I do wrong?
