Un-doing

A one-liner message. A phone call. An argument. This is how relationships end, as I've found out from my unfortunate friends, whose breakups come at the cusp of the season of Hallmark cards, long stem roses, and chalky candies that taste good only because of the messages you devour.

A fellow classmate of mine had just broken up with his girlfriend, amicably; another, with much bitterness. Change is hard, I suppose, for these relationships that were hold-over collegic ties that couldn't bare the strains of new situations. Perhaps it was distance, perhaps it was time. I told them that they saved on valentines' day gifts. A lame excuse for consolation I know, but it was the best that I came up with, my not wanting to be overly sentimental, or worse of all, depressing. The remark gave my friends a slight chuckle or two.

(I know, I promise not to be a psychiatrist.)

For an old friend of mine, the news of an old boyfriend about to get married unglued the ties, once and for all. The relationship had ended, but then again it hasn't, the two of them, lingering in limbo. But the recent news was the death knell that needed to be rung. It's time to move on and have new valentines, I want to say to them all.

But I know un-doing is hard. Change is hard.
And for once in my life, I don't know what to say to make it better.