Just today actually. I’ve been on again off again with a woman who I thought was incredibly sweet for nine months. All this time I’ve been dealing with family issues and sickness and death, and for the most part she’s been wonderful. But I’ve been feeling us drifting apart recently, and then she invited me on an overnight at a bed-and-breakfast. I drove all the way up to New Hampshire to meet her there and we had a amazing evening and then we took a bath together and slept in the same bed, no sex, but naked in the bathtub. And today she told me that even when shed invited me she had already decided she wasn’t in love with me. And she can’t seem to comprehend why that fact hurts me as much as it does. I would give up every moment we had together just to not feel how I do about her right now.