I'm not terribly good at relationships. There was this one girl who meant the world to me. It ended badly as such stories tend to unless contained in a book of fairy tales. I wanted to hate her for it, I really did. But in the end I can't. I went off to fight a war at 21. How could I expect her to wait for me at that age with so much life left to live?
I've dated many women since (and slept with many more than that) but it all seems so meaningless and hollow. It's like I'm doing it because I should. Because perhaps I don't like being without a female companion.
I've dated many women since (and slept with many more than that) but it all seems so meaningless and hollow. It's like I'm doing it because I should. Because perhaps I don't like being without a female companion.