I have one last bone to pick. I've realized, over the last day or two, that there was a reason, throughout the length of my last relationship, that I kept a journal as extensively as I did. It was to remind me, someday, of what I had fought my way through in the pursuit of a girl I fell for harder, and worked for harder, than any other girl I had ever known. At the end, my girlfriend explained that she didn't trust our relationship, because I was never 'effusive'. I was never 'passionate'. I never... read more
