In a moment of despair I said to Vince, “How long will I pour love into these relationships just to not have it reciprocated?”

He reached for my hand, the car moving at the same speed the waves of heartbreak kept crashing over me, and said “No, the question you need to be asking yourself is how long you’ll resent them for not being who you wish they’d be.”

And just like that the car shot out of the gravitational pull of the earth and I was suddenly free floating in libration.