"Always something there to remind me"


'How can I get her out of my head, Aldo?'
The question stumped me. Can it be done? I thought about how little I've been thinking of her lately. Had I started to stop? Am I moving past it? Why can't he? Am I wrong for moving past it? I don't know. All I know is that I feel that I was in the battlefield with a fellow friend. We battled the same evil every day. We had each other's back and we understood. Understood. That's something not too many people do for us. We're complicated gentlemen. But then I left him. I left the battlefield. He's still there. He's still being bombarded everyday. He's still distraught. With no one to see him through it...
I'm going back in. I don't know how but I'll do anything and everything I can to help him through this. I once prayed that if the only way for him to be happy in his relationship was to forsake any of my own, then for it be done. I love this man, unlike any other friend I've had. He's more than my brother. He's a better man than I could have ever hoped to be. Yet, here he is, miserable. Why? Because of some girl. Love really DOES make fools of the most brilliant of men. He had so much potential. Now it's all squandered because of this. I know what it's like. I know that no matter what, no matter who comes into our lives, we can NEVER fulfill our full potential we once had.
So maybe I'll roadtrip with him...

Wretched love. How you toy with us.

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