Wonderful
My life has seen the presence and influence of many girls. There have been flings and relationships and unrequited loves. Some have ended well, some badly. Some have been long, some short, some serious, some not. They have all been at some level the same, and yet all very different. I suspect that this trend will continue into the future, to an indeterminate point in time.
One very interesting thing that I have found in this history is that no woman has succeeded in passing through my life without leaving an impression. I would say that none have succeeded in passing through my life without changing me, but this terminology seems to leave a sour taste in most contemporary mouths, so I will refer to it as leaving an impression.
The power of a girl over a man is quite extraordinary. It is such that the smallest word, deed, idea, anything can have an incredible and lasting effect. When you consider all the things, great and small, that a girl will say to you over a given period of time, it's easy to see just how incredible their influence can be.
And how wonderful.
I was having a conversation earlier tonight involving a strange phenomenon: There is a tendency for people to remember past relationships with bitterness. It often manifests in a sentiment such as, "Man, my ex-boyfriend/girlfriend is such an asshole," usually followed by vague justification regarding this ex-partner's shortcomings. With very few exceptions, this logic is broken at best, devised simply to help one get over the offending party.
It is key to remember in such a situation why you were in the relationship in the first place. Of course they are not perfect; if they were, you would still be together. But there are so many things that happened before that. There was laughter and hope and kisses and beauty and discovery and rapture. This is why you were together in the first place. Isn't that what you would want to remember them by?
And yes, there are tears. A broken heart cries. Such is life. There is some strange conception deep in some people's hearts that there is something wrong with this. That it is to be avoided. For my part, I would not want to go through life without knowing what it is to cry. It is part of life, and I do not want to miss any of it. And, after all, pain and sorrow is just another indication that we had, at some point, something worth hurting over.
It's worth it.
One very interesting thing that I have found in this history is that no woman has succeeded in passing through my life without leaving an impression. I would say that none have succeeded in passing through my life without changing me, but this terminology seems to leave a sour taste in most contemporary mouths, so I will refer to it as leaving an impression.
The power of a girl over a man is quite extraordinary. It is such that the smallest word, deed, idea, anything can have an incredible and lasting effect. When you consider all the things, great and small, that a girl will say to you over a given period of time, it's easy to see just how incredible their influence can be.
And how wonderful.
I was having a conversation earlier tonight involving a strange phenomenon: There is a tendency for people to remember past relationships with bitterness. It often manifests in a sentiment such as, "Man, my ex-boyfriend/girlfriend is such an asshole," usually followed by vague justification regarding this ex-partner's shortcomings. With very few exceptions, this logic is broken at best, devised simply to help one get over the offending party.
It is key to remember in such a situation why you were in the relationship in the first place. Of course they are not perfect; if they were, you would still be together. But there are so many things that happened before that. There was laughter and hope and kisses and beauty and discovery and rapture. This is why you were together in the first place. Isn't that what you would want to remember them by?
And yes, there are tears. A broken heart cries. Such is life. There is some strange conception deep in some people's hearts that there is something wrong with this. That it is to be avoided. For my part, I would not want to go through life without knowing what it is to cry. It is part of life, and I do not want to miss any of it. And, after all, pain and sorrow is just another indication that we had, at some point, something worth hurting over.
It's worth it.
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