that fleeting fancy known as love

my new roommate's boyfriend just broke up with her. she is the nicest person, so when she came by my room in tears i listened. a lot of things she said sounded so familiar to me - when a guy grows cold and distant, how you have no control over how they feel about you, how when you finally meet someone and you desperately want to believe yes this is it i can stop looking and start opening myself up. only to have that gone, out of your hands. it is slowly dawning on me that love ending is a not-if-but-when type scenario. i've been there, done that - too many times. seen warning signs and put hopes up in their place. i'm glad it's not me right now. i finally have a new job, i am adjusting to my insane work schedule and excessive daily tiredness and the few scraps of santiy/rest i can find inbetween. my life is full. i wish i could say the same for her - i gave her some of my ambien so hopefully a good night's rest will dull the pain a little.