Yana Bostongirl This piece touched me in a different way and I don’t know why. Your stories always evoke something in me. I had a hard time thinking of what to write. First of all I never like to assume that the story is about the author.

I feel awkward sometimes when I write things and people automatically think I’m talking about myself. Coming from the male side I’m not going to lie. As poetic and romantic as I write I’m still a visual guy. I’m still a man.

Sometimes I’ve focused on and I focus on the shallow things. Outer beauty. I see the wealthy athletes, rappers and moguls always married to the beautiful exotic woman with long hair.

That’s all we see. That’s what many of us see as “ making it". Having a trophy wife. Now it’s unfortunate that any human being is looked at as a trophy.

I figured I be honest. As much as long flowing hair and being gorgeous is nice the thing that was indelible from my best relationship is the powerful human connection we had.

How intelligent she was/is. How nourishing the conversations were. She saw me. Not many women did. They saw the idea of me.

Conditional love always exposes it self in time doesn’t it? We all love eye candy. Women and men would be lying if they say they didn’t.

It’s not enough to maintain a healthy relationship. People will stick around for the beauty of Autumn but will fall off right with the leaves.

At the end of the day what’s on the surface isn’t what keeps someone around. It’s what lies deep down.