True love may be a one and only.

I steer clear of certain people. And certain people steer clear of me. Acquaintances. We choose not to become friends. For one reason or another. Maybe it’s that we don’t like each other. Or it’s just that our paths don’t easily cross. Thing is, we’re all capable of cultivating friendships. If we really want to. Not sure that I want to. Because one can have too many friends. Thereby spreading one’s self too thin. Though I can’t say that I’ve ever had too many friends. Too many may be no more than a myth. Could be I’m just plain lazy. And don’t want to cultivate any more friends than I have. Meanwhile, I’m surmising I can have any number of friends. But only one true love at a time. Or maybe two. If I count myself as a true love. Not sure that I truly love myself. I’d call it more a liking. Therefore, my Italian true love may be my one and only. I suspect it’s a bit going overboard to love one’s self. Totally. I’ll have to think that one over. –Jim Broede