I snapped at a friend yesterday. I didn't even really mean to, and that's the worst feeling in the world. Krista, I hope you're reading this, and I hope you know I'm sorry, I really am, but not just for snapping at you. I suppose I just can't understand people. Ever since I was 12, I've been bitter about separations; about people and their apparent lack of will. It has become easy (or apparently easy) to predict when people won't be happy; sometimes you can tell. Sometimes that's why people leave others. Yes, that's what this is about: the other relationships I see around me fall apart, and I keep wondering why. It seems like it's so easy. Pay attention to her. Love her. Comfort her. Sometimes she likes to be teased, picked on. Roses every once in a while can't hurt, and neither can a trio of particular words. See each other every day, smile at her, she'll smile back. Pay for your mistakes, don't make them again. Scratch her back in just the right spot. It's not always about sex, no matter what your libido tells you. Sometimes it's about cuddling, and sometimes it's about how she can pin you to the bed in point-two seconds, whereas you can't do a damn thing to win a wrestling match. Keep the flame alive with a combination of wanting, needing, and enjoyment. It is one of those 'eternal light' things; it only goes out if you let it. You do have to rekindle the flame sometimes. Why does that seem to be just me? Anyway, I digress. I suppose I really had no reason to snap at her, other than I feel like, somehow, she won't be happy later. I want her to be happy. And if my predictions are right, she won't be. I don't want to be right. I want to be wrong every once in a while. That's a good feeling, too.