There is no other word that better describes how I currently feel. I did not sleep last night. My thoughts concentrate on one single person: Rachelle.

I have not heard from her. That's why.

I re-read what I wrote to her. Never ever would I write the same again. Why did I choose the words I chose? What was I thinking!

Empathy is the catchword here. I believe men are equipped with only a small fracture of what women have. (Maybe this is why we love them so much?!)

I've repeatedly noticed that I sometimes don't manage to cope with other people's feelings very well, and every so often unintentionally hurt people. Even though it seems that I especially hurt people who I love so much!

In order to compensate for what still has huge potential for development within me I have read books and articles about empathy. Psychological articles. Even articles and web sites that deal with insight and disorders related to psychiatry. 'Emotional Intelligence' by Daniel Goleman is currently on my nightstand. I hoped that reading all these findings provided by experts would help me develop this important ability.

Know what, folks? It ain't no help.

Showing other people my feelings and that I care about them a lot, is something I can only practice in real life. Neither the best book, the most recent article, the most helpful web site, or even the most affectionate pointers from friends work for me. I need to truly live it. And run the risk of making mistakes. Mistakes that I hopefully won't repeat.

After two days of despair I start to have deep regrets again. If only I had done this and that; if only I had written it another way; if only I had revealed more about myself ...

The list is endless.