I'm a slow-motion accident lost in coffee rings and fingerprints rewind
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Stranger Than Fiction Tuesday, January 10, 2017 I'm incoherent. I think. I'm still pretty baked. But I need to spill these thoughts somewhere. ... ... ... You know how when everything between us started, how everything just fell right into place? How all of the pieces just perfectly arranged themselves into what is now this relationship? How I was initially the girl you were annoyed at?—the girl who took forever in the bathroom just when you badly needed to go. The same girl who was the loudest in the cafe that night. (And God knows how much you hate loud girls. Why do they want to attract so much attention anyway?) The girl who turned up three hours late? And then there was that Sales Academy. You were right. Everything that transpired up to that moment we first kissed (and everything after) was brewing the perfect storm. The most perfect, if there's even such a thing. It feels as if we're characters in a book or a movie. Remember that conversation in Elbert's Steak Room when we said we thought these things only happen in movies? Well, what if we are? What if somebody has written our story already? How is this supposed to end? Are we a comedy or a tragedy? | |