I cannot write this in detail because a) it is too personal and b) it entails the personal life of somebody else; but overall, the story goes like this: I ran into this wonderful human being, we had a wonderful time together, without realizing we had different expectations, then came misunderstanding, heartbreak, honest conversation, recuperation, etc. Ohhhh. Wasn’t love supposed to be universal? Weren’t there no barriers to love? How did this messy misunderstanding ever happen? Indeed, love seems to be a universal concept found in any culture throughout history. That is...