When we first met, I believed myself wise in the ways of the world. I thought that I knew of love and of passion. I could not have been more wrong.
He dissuaded me of my delusions quickly. It was he who showed me how very naive I was, how undeveloped my perceptions of romance. Now, after years of loving him, I believe I have ripened. I understand now what I was too inexperienced to see before.
Love is sour.