I must be through a run of bad luck because, in the past 12 months, I dated two different chaps and in both cases they turned to be not the wrong one, but the very wrong one. Both relationships started too fast--which was partially my fault for allowing it--and ended up badly. I'm no longer a teen so I ought to learn how engage in a positive relationship.
I also need to kill a ghost from the past, and maybe then it'll be easier for me to start something positive. But sometimes we grab these ghosts like Titanic survivors grabbing a lifesaver in the sea. Only we're floating in freezing water and the lifesaver is not a good idea unless we let it go and swim like the devil were after us, until we reach the Carpathia.