I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

Ah, the pageantry of the relationship between two struggling loves. Some might call it a game, but we know better, don’t we? No, not a game. Viewed from the outside, it becomes a marvelous web, tangled in emotion, a ritual that certainly is a joy to take part in. Some might say, “I don’t like to play games,” but not I. I love it. I love the “game”. Without it, there could be no slow process of relationship to have. Wonderful, isn’t it?

A person with one relationship under their belt probably isn’t the best resource for relationship analysis, but there you go.