There are many things a woman must go through alone. No matter how much she needs companionship. No matter how much she feels she cannot.

Sometimes I am afraid that one of them is Love.

Thinking of past relationships I've been trying to organize what's happened and accept it. I've always been the type of person to love quickly and easily. To hate easily and quickly. Only years later can I really decipher what I was truly thinking and feeling. And how contrary I was acting.