I'm not really one to be sensitive, or to care much about other people. I think it's all the beating I gave Travis when we were younger, but that's for another time. In all seriousness though, up until not too long ago, I had convinced myself that if Lisa and I broke up, I'd be okay. It'd just be another day in the bumpy road of life. Sure things would probably have gotten awkward between Bret, Trish and I, but that would be a bridge I'd cross when I got to it. I spent a lot of time over the last 18 hours thinking about how much happier I've been since I met her. Even before we were officially dating, I was a happier person, just by knowing her. Everyone that knows me has said how much happier and less bitter I am (sorry Raun). I realized that she really is special. Far moreso than previous girlfriends. Seeing her unhappy makes me unhappy. Seeing her happy makes me happy. Knowing I can be there for her makes me happy.