#50 oh they used to love each other a lot

Come and pick me up after work, I say, we'll go for a drink. I pretend I'm the one that needs a drink and it's him that drinks till he falls everyday for the last 2 months. Come and pick me up, we'll go for a a swim and then for dinner and green wine, I need it.
He doesn't open up to anybody. Do people open up? I'm starting to think that nobody opens up. Nobody talks about problems and pains and egos and the nights without sleeping just crying. It's tabu. As if life was all about flowers and parties and that time I made that great trip. 20%? Maybe 10% of life, is what we talk about. I even know people that go and lie to their therapists not to admit that life has ups and downs.
She left me him, one day to the other. She left him and took his kids to another country 3000km away. I can't even imagine anything worst than that. They bought a huge house last year. They used to love each other. They were not happy all the time, I know, I was around enough to see their fights, their i pick up on you because you pick up on me, you always do this and you're always like that. I know he can be impossible and that she can go crazy, I've seen enough of them to know that, but I always truely believed that if there was love, all of the rest was minor. I learned with my life that that is not true. It is getting harder and harder for me to define love. I thought I knew it, I thought it was the shape of a warm meal on a misty cold summer day and a open botttle of wine or the shape of the eyes that watch you when you sleep. I thought it was that butterfly feeling that told you I want to be here tomorrow and tomorrow and now I don't even know if love exists or if it's just a draft that passes throught our mouths once in a while and disapears as soon as we put the words out there. I used to love a lot, I thought. They used to love each other a lot, I thought. Now they'll have to split the kids as best as they can, sell the house, restart from nothing or from little. Now he'll need me to share bottles of green wine and say silly things and serious things, just like I needed him a couple of months ago and this is what kills me - we all need each other, so why don't we take better care?

She knew he was impossible when they met and that was she liked about him.
He felt in love with her crazyness from day one.
Why don't they just accept it now?

I'll be there for both of you, my dear friends, because love fades away, but friendships are stronger.