If there’s anything I despise it’s the thought and recollection of what my girl has done in the past. Who’s had her first. Who beat me. Who felt her hands and heard her laughter and felt her from the inside before I did. The only remedy I have been able to come up with is something which I hate to do. Basically I’ve had to learn to lower my standards and be realistic. Not lower my standards in her, but come from the perspective that I’m lucky to even be near her and see her and know her in the first place. Everything is better when you look at it in a realistic point of view. She’s beautiful in every way and I’m lucky to have experienced that even if it only lasted for a day.