What does the internet give you when you go looking for love?

Cocktail

A little bit of love is in this glass.

I went searching for “love” in my blog reader and here’s what I found.

Love may mean having to say I’m sorry

Meet Lola. She’s an “English single mother in her thirties. I have the morals of an alley-cat, loose lips and, on occasion, even looser knicker elastic.” What’s not to love about that introduction?

I picked Lola up in the middle of a story, so to speak, when I read Is Sorry Really the Hardest Word? In it, she asks about apologizing to someone from your dating past. Would you? To whom? I’d probably rather apologize to my friends about how I acted when I was trying to date in my early twenties. Ugh.

Which brings me to…

#538: Forgiving a Friend’s Darth Vader

Captain Awkward. She is awesome. She’s a screenwriter and director and will tell you how to confront your tricky situations in cinematic style. In this case a reader asks, How obligated are we to try and forgive our friend’s significant others for the harm they have caused in the past? What do you think?

Related, I’ve definitely had a few friends say to me, Really? This guy? Luckily those days are over.

Now, this makes me think of the novel I’m working on. Jill, our protagonist, keeps going ’round and ’round with the same guy. Her best friend Dee makes no secret about being totally over this guy and how he treats Jill.

Sometimes that’s the best thing about best friends. They give it to you straight.

Love on the page

Best friends can also be life-long, if you take care. They’re there for you on the big days and in the little moments. That’s what I thought of when I saw this snapshot of love from the everyday from The Daily Think.

The illustrator of The Daily Think is Laura Quick, who says, “…the funny little things we experience everyday, the things which are often forgotten immediately after they have happened, need to be recorded.”

In her January 18, 2014 sketch of two moms nearly passed out in adirondack chairs while their kids play at the museum, I see love in between the story. It’s between friends and family, children and adults. It’s the love those two mothers have for their kids. It’s the love the two of them share, as friends. Or, if they’re strangers, it’s the love they share as two humans who can understand one another, in that moment.

Inspired by The Daily Post.