I’ve told four women in my life that I love them. Three of them reciprocated.

I probably wasn’t really in love with the first, in retrospect; but, I certainly thought so at the time, in all of my 16 years of wisdom.

The second, I was actually in love with, but sometimes these things come as well as go, and that’s what happened.

With the third, it wasn’t so much that she failed to reciprocate, in truth. To be more accurate, she loved me before I loved her; and, by the time I did, she was too hurt to let herself any longer.

The fourth is sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows.

Have you?