He told me that he liked me because of
the happy sound in his voice—apparently I put it there, and he appreciates
that. “You bring me quite a bit of happiness,” he admitted. He is totally the
puzzle piece. He fits. His sense of humor and conversation make sense. Even I
can’t complain…well….
And while this may be read many years from now through the eyes of ‘The ex-girlfriend,’ his girlfriend is writing things now. Why this constant battle with pessimism? Because it’s all I know. But , pessimism is for the weak. It’s too easy. I’ll try and enjoy the beauty in all this while ignoring the searing expiration date stamped across our dynamic in neon-ink.