My Favorite Idealist

I have a good friend, James, who is finding out precisely what Hemingway meant when he said that the man with two loves is, in his own way, damned. Married to one woman, desperately in love with one whom he can't remember ever not loving. The poor guy. One day he is going to walk straight into an ultimatum of his own creation and have to choose what his life will be like from that point forward.

The catch, and there always is one, is that he has no control over the life that he wants. She's married to someone else. Not happily, but married, and if she can make it work, she's not going to leave. He knows the score. And that's the bitch of it all - he's gambling on something that isn't a sure thing and boy the stakes are high.

But you can't rush anything and I'm keeping my fingers crossed for James. He needs to find something to make him happy, but at this moment what makes him happy makes me scared for him. Because from now on he is working without a net.