Ja, relationships are like the facets on a fine crystal or diamond. Those little flashes and glints of light can be seen from so many angles . . . and lost from so many too. It's often a cruel quirk that one remembers those little sparkles, the many snapshots thrown together and embedded in a disjointed memory matrix, an imperfect image of a perfect time.
Well, they say it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. My problem is much simpler than that . . . I don't need to choose between a sock and a woman because I am in the unenviable (or enviable, depending on your outlook) position of not having the latter.
