It Was Always About This

And it was always this hard.

 36 years after high school it still is.

 Communication is a minefield of potential misunderstandings.

I've never had a clue.

Why do I imagine I can be a novelist when the very stuff of a story is relationship and communication between individuals and I've never been the slightest bit competent at it in real life?

Did you see the way their eye lit up at the sight of the other?

I can't remember the last time...