I believe karma is as ironic as interesting. Recalling a time in which I met the sweetest guy. He became a friend who will continuosly make me laugh. Understood parts of the inner child in me. So much so that I was comfortable enough to shed many layers of myself with him. Till this day I regret ever telling him I did not love him because in some form I believe I did. The problem was that I couldn't live up to what was expected of me. At that time I was unable to truly understand the grasp of love, as I didn't love myself. So I ended it, not even allowing myself a chance to bear my arms open. After...