Bound.

"I'm great at friendship, bad at intimacy."

- Jerry Maguire

I loved a hero once upon a time.

I committed to a boy not because I have fallen for him but because I wanted to. I remember thinking to myself that if it does work out -- well and good. If it doesn't, I know I'll live. It didn't. I'm still breathing.

The second time wasn't sweeter the way they said love is supposed to be. Probably because there wasn't enough from me. But it was good while it lasted.

The third was a decision. I decided to love once again. It failed.

There are two men whom I will always think of fondly. There are two men I loved immensely. But ever so often I am reminded of that saying I've heard somewhere that we only get to have two great loves in a lifetime. If this is the case, and such case holds true, then I am doomed. So is the forthcoming man who fancies me.

I have already had two great loves at twenty-five. I hope I heard wrong.