Well, like all overconfident men in the United States, I too belived it would never happen, and sure enough when life's been sweet and the sun shines brighter by the day, Fate comes along and gives you a soccer kick straight to the balls, and sends both your nuts somersaulting over the field goal of depression. I'm talking about the woman I've been with for almost three years, the woman I was about to marry, for Christ's sake, decided to end our relationship today. Now, I'd like to just call out the fact that this alone redefines the meaning of "Independence Day..." Hell, it just feels like my life is about three fourths empty now. You know, it's kind of funny...you listen to her speak every day, and when you break up, it's the final speech that echoes inside your mind. She said we'd still be friends and still keep in touch, so I haven't completely lost her, but still...she was the only woman I've ever been with that I actually got so close to. Hell, this was the most I've ever cried for anyone...hell, the most I've cried over everything in my life combined. The reasons I won't list because they're personal reasons, mind you. Well, for what it's worth, I do wish her luck and the best life possile...I mean, I still love her, and probably always will even when I do move on. And I know that life does go on and I will eventually get back on my feet. It's just...damn...I will never meet another woman like her, you know?