I wish I had known when I was younger that wonderful people would come into my life at the wrong time, and things wouldn't work out for that reason. An ex-boyfriend sent over this short essay the other day, because it reminded him of me. As painful as it is to believe in anything that ends, every time I meet someone I really like, I still believe in baseball:
"There are those who learn after the first few times. They grow out of sports. And there are others who were born with the wisdom to know that nothing lasts. These are the truly tough among us, the ones who can live without illusion, or without even the hope of illusion. I am not that grown-up or up-to-date. I am a simpler creature, tied to more primitive patterns and cycles. I need to think something lasts forever, and it might as well be that state of being that is a game; it might as well be that, in a green field, in the sun."
-A. Bartlett Giamatti, "Green Fields of the Mind" (see link above, trust me it’s worth a 3 page read)