Before you can fall in love, and become committed to another person, you must first know yourself. You cannot possibly be honest with someone else, unless you are first honest with who you are, and where you are going. Tonight I broke up with my girlfriend of eight months because I was no longer willing to commit myself to a relationship for which I did not thoroughly believe in. The ability within myself to keep trying, to make it work, had faded. I just couldn’t make myself love this person anymore than the barely satisfactory level I had already achieved. I felt like I was doing both her, and I an injustice by sticking it out, even if it made her happy to be with me.