Future!?!?

"Every weekend I want to blow my brains out.... actually it's getting worse...it's no longer only the weekends....it's everyday now!!"He said.
What can I say to him? I'm not sure what I'm hearing...
"I'm sure it's not that bad" I mumble...knowing that was not the right thing to say.

He looks at me and asks:"What happens to a man whose identity is what he does, when what he does comes to a grinding halt?"

Truly I'm speechless as I have just gained a brand new revealing insight into my own future

Why does everybody come to me for advice anyways?

Her

I know I loved her once. Maybe I love her still.

Sometimes when I watch her from across a room, when she doesn't know I'm looking. . .

Sometimes I remember why I loved her.

Him

I never imagined her with anyone but me.

She speaks of him casually, looking away as she does so.

I know I shouldn't be hurt, but my heart doesn't seem to want to cooperate.

Most difficult thing

The most difficult thing to do was to forget I ever loved her.

Champion

A champion is someone who gets up when he can't.
- Jack Dempsey

Specialization

"A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects."

- Robert Heinlein, "Time Enough for Love"

She knows too much

I told her what I felt and did not wanted or expected an answer but she gave it to me anyways. One word of advice: "Never tell people what you feel, when they know you this good"

I should break my ties with her....she knows too much

Curly hair

I come down the stairs. Open the door and freeze. There she is, a gorgeous,beautiful and young girl I have never seen before. I, in my buzz about her, overhear a faint introduction of my mom as I shook her hand. As I get a chair and sit down all I can think of is her.
Those big penerating brown eyes and her sweet soft face framed in her long curly deep black hair.
I try my very best not to be too obvious, but how can I? I'm so overwhelmd I actually go for a walk. Just to think and calm my self down. When I come back I'm glad she's still there.
Every glance of mine is answered with a faint smile and flick of her hair. I'm in seventh heaven. And I don't even know her.