Are my boyish limitations an impediment to emotional maturity?

Do we question too often? Too deeply? We examine things so much that we’ve begun to question our own questioning.

It seemed to have such potential, that first night we made small talk on the dance floor.  The lights of a new city can be so enrapturing –turning memories into romantic reels of smiles, laughter …

A struggle between single and taken.

The 20something’s rational approach to a breaking heart.

Sometimes it’s our iPod that gives the best advice.

Breaking up was easy to do.
I moved back to Alaska, they were in New Jersey.  The time zone alone made it nearly impossible for us to talk even once a day.  With no future geographical …

Never mind that I probably should have worried about the symbolism or psychology behind her wanting to literally label things…