I thought about attaching my name to it, but I want to save myself the grief. If it’s alright with you, dear reader (or, rather, my editor. Love you!), I’d like to get a bit personal. A lot personal. Personal enough that you may cry reading this, and I will cry writing it. My motive here is not to garner pity, but to share a truth that doesn’t get heard between the funny hookup stories, and the romantic gestures. Those stories are delightful, and lighthearted, and make the world seem so cheesy and kind, but goddamn I just cannot relate.