I remember the way she’d always roll her eyes at me and my jokes, I’ve always been the joker ha ha… but I don’t have to tell you that. But she, she was never that funny. I loved her you know I really did, but I guess this was one of the things that we just never got past, a wedge, I guess you could say, in our, uhm… our relation. I was always a joker and she didn’t joke. If I’m being completely honest, I don’t think she particularly enjoyed being happy, just like, in general you know. And I think this was a case of it being one of these things that I think might have initially attracted her to me, this difference, but as the case so often is when there are two people and there is this, this difference… I suppose… and this difference is addressed and although it is addressed and communicated, both parties still end up somehow, with this belief that the other person will somehow, over time, end up intersecting with, well, this person’s stance. A hope for a natural change of mind I suppose. And what so often, and very sadly as well, what so often happens is that you find yourself realizing that you’ll never change, and they’ll never change and you’re a pair of parallel lines waiting for a miracle. And I suppose upon realizing that, well that’s when I left.