Ah, and so I’m single again, those promises of a happy ending kinda faded away and didn’t quite make it to fruition. And no, I’m not bitter, when these end I’m sometimes angry, sometimes saddened but always disappointed.
No relationship is ever perfect but, I have this innate ability to fool myself into thinking so, well, almost every time. 
It’s that I’m a believer in love and for some strange reason I do think any problem can be fixed, it’s only when I’ve tried exhaustive measures to repair something that I realize that you may be able to fix something but the cracks remain. And at that point I have no choice but to make a gracious exit.
My best friend is remarkable in that when she dates she takes everything at face value for the first month or two but, by the time the third month has rolled around she has figured out whether you’re a keeper or not, whether she can see herself with you indefinitely or if there are any chinks in your armour that would create future unfixable problems. She knows exactly what she wants and just like that she’ll show you the door. I’ve berated her on previous occasions for being so quick to decide but, the truth is, maybe we actually know the truth ourselves, maybe we sometimes just choose to ignore it or we think somewhere deep down we can change those things or we can learn to deal with them or accept them. Truth be told we probably all know there are certain things about people that we can never change and there are things we know that we could never put up with.
Like I said, I’m a believer so I still, yes, still, believe that love can conquer all. I shamelessly believe that love is worth all the risks, all the sleepless nights and that maybe, just maybe, those things can be overcome. That maybe, putting up with things you wouldn’t dream of putting up with is worth those blissful moments, the connection, the contact, the inseparability.
So, maybe she has it all figured out, she does work with a plan and that is commendable and most probably prevents a lot more heartbreak, I take my hat off to anyone who has it all sorted. But me, I’m happy to sit in my corner for incurable romantics and live in the hope that under all that glass is a shiny bit of something and I don’t mind working my way around a few rough edges.xxx
