Not So Miserable

Here's the low-down on my love life. Love comes in sudden spurts, in multiples, in dark corners. Love comes right when I start feeling good about the independence I need in my life. When it comes to love, I fall hard and the whole time will be like it's my birthday and I'll cry if I want to (you would cry too if it happens to you). I notice there's a song for all us lovesick souls out there. I would paint the picture but if Victor Hugo couldn't do it in under 200 pages, I might as well not bother. Les Miserables. That's the official title, but I'll smack anyone who hands that to one of us. 

Most of my bad days merge or mixed up in one way or another. This must have been a particularly bad day because that's when I crawl on my knees for nature. I was checking out the stars, lying on a picnic table, under a Kentucky Coffee Tree - too bitter and don't go for them, by the way. Somehow Reyna, if you remember her from my other memories, managed to find me. She wasn't even looking so it's more like she stumbled upon me or the fates willed it or something. 

Reyna handed me a Parliament. I told her I gave up smoking, but me being me, of course I took it. I had no words for her. There was nothing I could say to describe what I was feeling. I didn't want to anyway, otherwise it would feel a bit cheap, the way I remember Hemingway describing his experiences once. Like I said in the beginning, it was like my birthday and I was crying. Didn't care, it was my birthday, and I wanted to.

This might have been the first time Rey and I had one of these heart to hearts.  She started singing, on my own/pretending he's beside me...I'd say that was quite appropriate for the setting, with the streetlights, the wet ground, and such. She mustn't have sang that song in ages and I hadn't heard that song in ages. We were singing it together, fumbling lines, forgetting them. The whole memory makes me laugh because we were laughing and smiling, singing the song for (pardon the Bon Jovi reference) the broken hearted.