"I'm someone who believes in fate"... that's what I thought when I first saw him. After a bitter break-up with an ex I dated for five years, I no longer had faith in romance. On a whim, I went on a blind date. When we met, he glistened like a gemstone—sculpted, polished, and refined. Even so, after all the relationships we go through in life, why is it that the closer we get to a person, the more flawed they become? Is love ever what we want it to be?... more>>

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