Love Story

Life has gotten complicated for this little girl. The city is bigger and badder than she had imagined. It has always been complicated way before this moment, but now it is official. Her story has gotten difficult to tell in a passing conversation and the bullet points are no longer self-explanatory. So when the music plays now, she sits in a bed of scattered post-it notes and moves them all around and around her – until the ink is smeared by the teardrops that won’t stop coming. What is to become of the powerpoint presentation on the meaning of her life now? Poor little girl.

She remembers back when the story made sense and the way she sang it to everyone who came around. She sang it proudly like it was the only thing she knew – so what does she know now? Too many years had fallen too quickly and not enough time to decide where they ought to go.

She is used to seeing things fall apart. When they do, they almost never come back together. She glues things together for a living, and just before she sets them free she turns her back and walks away, because otherwise she knows she won’t let go. She holds her breath and waits for the sound of her heart breaking.

Her silly story has fallen apart. It was silly but true. It will be tough to find anything true now, silly or not. So she found him.

Nothing was ever too difficult for this boy. He won nearly every heart he tried on. That's why he couldn’t have her. So he spends his years unplaying the plays he spent so long contriving, to make her believe in the him that has been there all along. He was once just a sappy love song too, he really was, just like she believes she is, although neither of them are really that anymore. Love isn’t really like that anymore, nor was it ever.

He doesn’t regret what he’s been, although he knows he’s made mistakes. He’s never been one to wade in the guilt of things, because what’s the success in that? He knows where he’s going now, that’s all that matters. He’s going right into her heart.

He is one who won’t ever fall apart. He doesn’t quite know what that means so he’s not afraid. And at the end of the day when she is again in pieces, he picks them up one by one and tucks them in to sleep.