No one tells you this fact about life. You make friends, and in between those long moments of solitude there are precious and exciting moments. People pass on, and before you know it, it's been 8 years. I've lost track of the numbers.
Looking back at the photos I saved on my storage drive, I am realizing that a lot of people have probably blocked me online. But that's normal because I've dated so many people and broken a lot of hearts. In this running tally I call romance, I've lost the "most well-liked" contest.
