infinitesimal spec in the vastness of the universe

She realized, sitting there behind her computer in the generic coffee shop with her mug of cold tea, that the ones who have stuck around in her life, the ones who she considered to have a relationship with, have been the ones who have been willing to stick it out. They have been the ones to have accepted her as she is and to not be a “me” but to be an “us.” This was true of her friendships, her parents, her brothers, her cousins. They were relationships because they focused on getting through life together, on getting through the day with each other’s help. Those relationships that didn’t last were the ones where either one of them was not willing to take on some of the load. The ones that stuck around, they were willing to be there when she needed them even if the other person was the source of some other problem, and she was there for them when they needed her. There was a level of understanding that only came once full acceptance was acquired. This realization was extremely comforting. She ordered another tea.