As we get older, manage different relationships, forge new friendships, break up and make up, do we hurt more or do we hurt less? Or with each new heartache do we simply hurt differently?
These are my thoughts, my stories, my dreams, my adventures, my confessions, my misshaps, my missteps, my manecdotes.
They are told, truthfully as and how I remember them.
"Take me, therefore, as I am, and love in me just so much as may be worthy of it."
Ivan Goncharov.
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