Pete called to tell me the latest in his tale of woe. The words come out not so much in a stream, but in a puddle. By the time he finished, there’s not much left for me to say.
“If this were a movie, you’d either end up with her, and everyone would want that, or you would end up with her sister or neighbor or assistant, and everyone would want that. It would just depend on how they edited it.”
He laughs before he gets serious again:
“I told her that if she give me this chance, I’m not going to let her choose someone else without putting up a fight.”
I want to tell him not to do this, not to let her do this to him, but I know it won’t make a difference. We all want a love we’d be willing to fight for, but do we want one we have to fight for?