It's been a long since I've felt love.

I remember how awesome, pure, and innocent it was. There was nothing like it. I couldn't go more than 15 minutes without thinking about Rebecca. Holding her was one of those special treats that made my day instantly better.

At the same time, it's been a long time since I've had my heart broken.

I remember how un-fun that was. Being in that weird place that mixed anger and sadness with no real way to release it. Having to mope around in silence because you didn't want to wear what was left of your heart on your sleeve.

As such, am I ready to love again? I think so. I sure as hell feel like I am. I've got a great girl who is fantastic. She treats me well, gets along with my friends and family, and is just all-around awesome. The past two months and change couldn't have gone any better.

Sure, I still have a few concerns about opening myself up again, especially after so long -- I've kinda hardened my heart a bit -- but I think it'll be OK. I feel like she feels the same way, or at least smiles like she does, which is comforting.

I don't know what happens next. But I'm willing to find out.