I've heard and been witness to some bizarre and convoluted love stories, and have even been part of a few. I have witness how hearts have been crushed to bits and how some stories do have happy endings. One thing I've learned about life and love is knowing when to say no, when to quit, when to realize that something is too much. In poker, it's knowing when to fold. I've had a friend who tried, for the longest time, in weird and sweet ways, to catch the attention of a girl. He even studied hard and worked really hard just to be on the honor roll so the girl would notice him. He graduated as one of the top ten in the batch, but he didn't get the girl. He loved the girl so much that when his mother told him there are many other fish in the sea (tired cliche, I know), he told her "but *insert girl's name* is the only girl I want." Poor guy didn't know how to quit, and he suffered for it. And then there's this cousin of mine, who after years with being with her first boyfriend, broke up with him. Fact…