When I was 15, I told a girl I loved her, and found out recently that I didn't mean one word of it- one of the three required to say that sort of thing, anyway. Luckily, by the time I figured that out, she was already long gone. Two years, rough waters, and a few bad relationships later, I said it again, to another girl, and realized, after a lot of tribulation, that I meant it this time. Naturally I was a bit too late in this situation, too, but what I think I want to illustrate here is that while being sure is not the same as being right, it's the most rewarding thing I know to take a chance and know that for once I wasn't headed in the wrong direction. I feel like I've grown up a little, which is fitting. My birthday's this month. Happy new year. Hope nobody got in too much trouble.