Smoke Gets In Your Eyes.

A few minutes ago, I hung up from talking to a friend about the end of a relationship. I guess the two had been together for about a year. And I had wondered if there would be problems.

Alas, so many times, honorable and deserving people meet, are attracted to each other and become attached. But the appropriate alchemy proves elusive.

Now that I think of it, within the last year, all the relationships in my small circle of friends have disintegrated. Maybe the outside world impinges too much creating too many mirages.

My view of how someone outside the relationship should behave is simple: "Do no harm!" I would certainly derive no pleasure in knowing that I'd done something to cause a split. Nor would I feel delight in doing something to encourage a situation that should have ended long ago.

I always feel a tinge of sadness when relationships fade. There is a part of me that holds to a romantic ideal irrespective of the situation. Maybe when a relationships evaporates, my melancholy stems from a sudden awareness of my own naivete.

PAX!