Saturday, 23 August 2008

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  Unrequited Love...Finally Dropping the First Two Letters

  Five months, give or take. Five months waiting, five months hanging by a thread, all for something I was sure wouldn't happen anyways. Funny thing is, I never let myself think about giving up...

  Amy: It's been six months, Ephram. When do I run out? When do I just give up?
  Ephram: You don't. That's what devotion is, Amy. I mean, I thought you loved him? That's all I've heard about for the last, I don't know, forever. And what, the first day, you just wanna throw in the towel? The truth is, you couldn't give up on him right now, even if you wanted to. Because since the day I met you, you've been loyal to Colin. And when you're loyal to someone, you can't help it.

  Loyalty? Maybe. After all, I considered you a great friend, as I hoped you labeled me as well. As soon as that phone vibrated a message, I was typing away a response. Why do it, though? What was in it for me?

  Amy: How come you're so smart?
  Ephram: I'm not, believe me. If I was, I would be wearing a warmer jacket right now. And I wouldn't be telling you to go back to your boyfriend.
  Amy: Ephram.
  Ephram: I-I wish it were different. I do. I wish I were here first but, I wasn't. The truth is, he needs you. He needs your help to get better.

  Love sometimes plays some cruel games on us, and I was no exception. I knew there was nothing in it for me, and that instead of trying to help you with your relationship, I should have just backed off and told you to get your advice from somewhere else, in lieu of taking advantage of the situation to get to you...

  Amy: "Timing's not our strongest thing."
  
  Ephram: "Yeah, exactly. But now."
  
  Funny thing is, the last thing I expected to happen was for my wait to finally pay off. Five months of helping someone who apparently wouldn't help me back came to an abrupt end, and suddenly all this time I had waited, all those nights I spent turning in my bed, battling within myself whether I should run for it or stay and fight... it all was worth it when I got that text that night. And to the spirit of that, I close this with one final Everwood quote:

  Amy: "Now what?"
  
  Ephram: "You're it, Amy. You're the one I want to be with. There's no questioning it. There's no holding it back. There's no over-analyzing it. It just is."

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