This Weekend

A friend younger than I told me who he/she was interested in.

This friend had such a simple and innocent understanding of love.

I was about to tell him/her not to be so idealistic, but I stopped short.

Because in my friend's eyes...

I saw myself, not too long ago.

For how was I to know if my understanding of love now was any better than my understanding of love then?


I knew I had nothing good to say, so I kept my mouth shut, and listened.

I need a psychologist. 

I'm going to pray now.