“It’s just that … I am so in love with him. I know I’m in a deep shit. Rescue me!” she yelled over a cup of coffee. The tears. The tissues. Disappointment. It hurts her. And it hurts us.
The rain had just stopped as we gathered inside that small coffee shop in town. Just us. As always.
We sat there in silence for a few moments, and then I asked her: “Are you sure? Do you really want to be rescued?”
She couldn’t answer to that.
There’s nothing we can do to change her mind. She is a grown-up now. She knows that she’s doing what she’s not supposed to be doing. But she has made her own choice. To live with it. And to bear all the consequences that might occur along the way. To her, the pain has become somehow addictive. And now she’s simply numb. Numb of all the things she used to believe …
“Loving him is not a mistake. The mistake lies in loving him the way you do.”