In my infinite Wisdom

In my infinite wisdom, I have screwed up and confused even myself. It is perplexing, love, and all that which comes along with it. Perhaps, and this is so true, that love really isnt everything. It is but a beginning, a commitment to resolve so much more, an acceptance of the other person, a commitment to the future.

How do you commit when the past is clinging on to you like a wet towel? Especially when the past is one so painful, that it is screwing things up? memories... Blardy Hell..