Normally, I hate bicyclists. It seems like they’re always underfoot and an inch away from running into me. I hate them, that is, until I am one. Then, it’s the pedestrians who are infuriating: They’re always in the way, exclaiming as I go past, and if they’d only stop moving to avoid me, I wouldn’t have to worry about hitting them.

Every relationship is meant to fail, except one. Or at least that’s what I choose to believe. And with all that failure in my future and in my past, I’ve […]