It's Amazing To Me How Few Guys

There Is Always Something Comforting About Knowing That You Are Not Alone. That Other People Feel The Way You Do. That You Are A Bit Screwed Up, But Still Normal.

No Matter What The Circumstances. I Am More Like Most Men In This Regard. No Second Chances. It's Not So Much About Morality, But About My Inability To Forgive. I'm A Champion Grudge Holder, And I Don't Think I Could Change This About Myself Even If I Wanted To.

But I Am Learning That Perfection Isn't What Matters. In Fact, It's The Very Thing That Can Destroy You If You Let It.

I Spend The Rest Of The Afternoon Trying To Explain To Zoe One Of The Very Saddest Notions In Love And Life: Sometimes The Timing Is Wrong--and Sometimes You Realize The Heart Of The Matter Way To Late In The Game.

And Although One Broken Heart Doesn't Make Me An Expert In The Subject, I Believe You Need Both Things - Time And An Emotional Replacement - To Fully Mend One.