At a loss for words

We sat there eating. Sitting across from each other. My friend I started in this business with. Her the photographer, me the writer. We're discussing our recent projects and our future ones we want to team up on. She tells me about her love life as I updated her on mine. She looks at me with this serious expression on her face and says, "did it ever hit you that we just aren't meant for love because of the careers we love so much?" I look at her and almost don't know what to say except, "all the time."

We both gave up the ideas we found so ideal to be successful. We walked through the door to one of the most exclusive clubs in New York, and we're immediately approached by people from managers to publicists to artists and musicians because they know who we are or they've heard of us and want us to work with them. We go to concert and parties we've dreamed of. We are on a name basis with musicians we've looked up to. And we are so in love with what we do. She speaks through her photography and it's brilliant. I put all of my passion in my written words. Now she sits here a photographer for Rolling Stone and I sit across from her, a writer for The Source.

She tells me the ins and outs of getting involved with guys that can't appreciate the quality we can add to their lives because we are just competition. Our success becomes their burden. And we both look at each other knowing the answer to all our questions. I wish love wasn't so taboo in my dictionary. But I guess it was the price I paid for the career and lifestyle I always dreamed of. And it's only just begun for the both of us.

Today I learned that I just don't care anymore.