It always starts off so well.
We spend every minute together, take MUNI every place together. The thought of another doesn't even enter my mind. But then doubts begin to creep in.
I start to wonder if this is really the one. Though it's exciting at the beginning, after a while, I'm not sure what I ever saw in it. Others look tempting. Then I do it again -- dump this one for another.
I'm talking, of course, about books.
After years of starting books, compelled to finish, like it or not, I've discovered something. They repealed that law it's mandatory to finish every book you start. It's OK to abandon recreational reading material.