They say good love is like a fine wine, it only gets better as the years go by. I think that 'they' are idiotic assholes. Love is like a roller coaster. It has ups, downs, thrills and the urge to vomit when it's all over.

You know what makes a good roller coaster? Referrals. When your friend comes home from the amusement park, yacking on and on about how amazing and thrilling it was, you want to go out and ride it for yourself. You don't care about the nausea at the end, you just want the thrill.

That's what it was like with Bam. It was amazing the first time. It was bumpy, and scary, and it terrified me. It was intense and he made me scream at the top of my lungs.

I had such a good first ride, that I had to go back for a second time. And a third. And a fourth. It was perfect, and no matter how many times I got on that ride, it still made me scream.

But as fast as it started, it was over and the safety bar came up. Just as I was roped in, that friend had told more friends, and now there was a line-up. I was last in line.

You see, the roller coaster doesn't care that the thrill it gave you was meaningful and life altering, it just cares that it's running well and it's got people to ride it. It was as soon as I saw someone else riding it, sitting in my seat, that I vomited. I never did ridge that coaster again, but I still walk past it and smile. I still listen to my friends talk about it, and I always warn them about the nausea, not that it matters to them. They'll all figure it out eventually, and one day people will be so sick of getting nauseous, that they'll stop riding that coaster, and it will shut down. But until then, I'll sit and drink my wine, and look at the photos of me riding, and smiling. Hopefully one day, I'll find another roller coaster, better than that first one.

But you never really forget your you?