You might have stumbled here by chance. Or perhaps you’re just checking on what I’ve been posting here from time to time. This may sound like off for you because I’m not telling these things to you. And yes, like any other girl you know of, I may be one of them. But here’s the thing, what I’m telling here is not felt by any other girl you know of; maybe, this was felt by the other girls you’ve been with, but this is solely based on my experience, not hers, not theirs, so don’t ever compare them with me. And please, don’t sigh and tell yourself, “Not again… what did I do wrong this time?” ‘cause it really breaks my heart when you say that. I may sound like a moron, complaining and being sarcastic. It’s a vicious cycle of making up, undoing, things that just set the heart to a flutter, plus, implied meaning of actions that breaks the heart. I love you, and I know you do love me too. But, at times, I feel like something’s missing between us.