This past week or so, feeling like the fool I’ve been, I can’t help but make an observation:
Last year, I was in a relationship with a man who full-on loved me, who was ready, willing and able to commit to our relationship. And I couldn’t love him back in the same way. Even worse, when we were together, happy as I was, a part of me was always looking over his shoulder for someone more like the guy I called more-like-it, someone who seemed to be so much better a match, who seemed to have so much more in common with me.
When it ended, this former boyfriend of mine suggested I might need to get my heart broken a time or two in order to realize how dumb I’d been to let him — a decent man, a man who could commit — go. Seems he was right.
I thought I could play around. And then there were moments with more-like-it that made me think he was the type of man I could commit to. In the end…well, you’ve read about it…
And who was there to comfort me as I cried into my coffee? The kind, honest ex boyfriend…and he didn’t even say, “I told you so.”
Kind of ironic, don’t you think?
the life and loves of Alisa B 
so now you have learned that lesson…any chance of a happy ending for you two?
I suppose this is an instance of “never say never.” I think we are both genuinely of the mind that we are not the other’s ideal mate, and may likely spend too much of our time and energy wishing or wanting the other to be different in some way.
Still, I know have a firmer grasp of what kinds of things in common it is important to have — and, of course, values of honesty and strength of character are vastly more important than style or passion for music or cooking.