Affairs of the heart
Contrary to popular belief, I do not hate women. I love women, so much, that I actually have one. Wait, I had one. That's my problem you see, I live in the past way too much. I have been accused of not being able to love, maybe the layers of pain, fear and regret that follow me like a shadow hold me back. Or maybe I just need to find more friends who pity me less, who drink expensive alcoholic beverages derived from sour grapes and are actually on my side. I have a fear, that maybe I loved so much that a part of me is still where I left it: with her. Weird thing about the heart is that it can occasionally love so madly, so deeply and so true; that its allegiance can change. Your own feelings can betray you. The heart can refuse to let go, actually what it does is it become afraid to love again. Moving on is not hard because you can't let go, letting go is the easy part. The truth is that the heart becomes so familiar and content with the safety of emotional neutrality ...