nostalgia

do you remember when the three of us (back when that still meant something) would walk down streets and sit in coffee shops and ask each other whether love was enough? whether it was enough to make things work? do you remember struggling to find the answer to that question, how it was so difficult to try to be certain? how we came up with caveats and conditions and contemplated the ‘ifs’ and the ‘buts’ of that small question? do you remember how that small question seemed bigger and more important than most things? i do.