Survival recipe

They were friends a long time ago.
Although they were very different.
Shy and outgoing.
Sociable and bushy.
Sexy and discreet.
Something always happened and they both kept going.
They liked to think that their personalities complemented each other.
Neither was married.
They looked and saw love very differently.
Avidly and without yearning.
At the moment, they were enough in themselves.
Or almost.
One of them, the most extroverted, was in love.
She was always in love.
She liked younger men.
She said she was very immature.
Although she wasn't.
- You'll suffer, it's always like that with you.
- But what I'll do, I like him.
- There are only two ways to heal from Love.
- What are they?
- Either you live love or you fall in love with another.
- I think in my case, I'll have to fall in love with someone else.
- I think so too.