Welllooks like I wasn't getting any tonight. I proceeded to get the sofaready as a makeshift bed.I went on to think about why I had got so upset. Admi...tedly, I wasn'twhat most would call a "man's man." I wasn't short or skinny or anything.I was 6"2 with a decent build. I was what most would call a "gentlegiant." I hated conflict and confrontation. I just couldn't rise to it.If I could make other people happy I would. Maybe that's why Theresa'sfriends saw me as a lapdog. I was always running. " Are we out of the playoffs again?" Yes. The chiefs just can't get it done when all of their best players get traded or hurt during the season. It's just another rebuilding year for them." I sighed. I hate seeing building years. I thought is that when you have good players, you keep them and use them. You don't trade them off and then hope that the new guys will be just as good. Nope, that never works out.Ashlee kissed me and then got up. "They'll be fine. Just wait until next year."I patted. It’s best we love it ... And care for it ... And fix it when it’s broken ... And heal it when it’s sick.This is true. For marriage ... And old cars ... And children with bad report cards ... And dogs with bad hips ... And aging parents ... And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it. Some things we keep. Like a best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with.There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special. "I hope we can take some time to visit, too," Bailey said almost in a whisper."Why didn't you call?" I wondered aloud. "Not a single call in almost five years!"I saw tears form in Bailey's eyes."Short answer: At first, I didn't know what to say," she said. "Then I worried I waited too long. For the last two or three years, I was ashamed of myself for the way I treated you." There is nothing to feel bad about," I said with a shrug. "What happened, happened."Bailey sighed deeply."I know," she.