I opened up a bit and explained that I have a type I'm drawn to naturally, but that I've found that the women I've ended up loving the most have never been what I've thought of as my type, maybe because part of love is being helpless, being out of control of your own emotions.

There was someone, a very long time ago, yes. We couldn’t make it work for reasons I won’t get into, but I felt like I couldn’t breathe without him. I would have done anything to be with him; he changed me. Once you feel like that for someone, everything else pales in comparison.

Love always won in the end. No matter how it happened, no matter what it took, no matter what it meant. Fair or not, true or not, love won.

Good comics gravitate to each other; you know who's your type of person by watching them onstage, hopefully.

And anyone will tell you that's the whole point. You want to meet someone who likes the same things you do, and who likes you most when you're most being yourself.

If you love something, let it go.
If you don't love something, definitely let it go.
Basically, just drop everything, who cares.