This week I’ve realized how much I want a win in the love department. This lifelong streak of bad luck isn’t cool. The seemingly unending cycle of loving and losing just sucks. I don’t know if my standards are too high or if I move around too much. I just know that I’m tired of hoping that each person is the exception to the rule. I’m tired of catching feelings and then ignoring them. I can’t do this through my late 30’s. I don’t want to.