Isn't it perfect? - you and I, having so much in common. You like me, I could tell. I like you too, don't want you to feel otherwise. But this mutual approval of each other is short lived, it's my 'Yes Phase' and you sir are enjoying the front row tickets right now. For 3 weeks, I'd say yes to almost anything you ask of me, want coffee? yes! wanna sleep in my bed - you betcha! wanna use my comb? - consider it yours! You'd think I like you, sometimes you'd also reciprocate. I'd be optimistic about your existence, would try to fit you in my life and all future plans. And just when you'd be in perfect comfort of my company, it would happen. Like a sudden wave, it'd hit your peace (and mine). I'd begin to resent you - because I realize I can't say yes all the time. I take notice of your whims and flaws. I would say no to your most basic requests, I'd distance myself from you and sometimes would be abruptly silent in your presence. N...