Congratulations, you.
It’s interesting to see how I’ve evolved
(Is that really the word I’m searching for?)
after having met you;
It’s as though the child-like hopefulness and awe
of my fantastic future love life has now depleted and degraded itself
to the lackluster expectations of any other normal American -
the “dream” now being to not die alone and pray we can stay together for the kids
(Do I really want those, anyway?)
Good going – you have successfully molded me into a
dime-a-dozen Stepford drone
who wouldn’t recognize “the one” if he came and spat on her mini-van
(I traded in my golden carriage and white horse).
At least I can look back and realize
when people would tell me I was crazy
for holding out for the perfect storm, the cheese to my macaroni,
the can’t eat/can’t sleep/over the moon love of my life
that, in the end,
they were absolutely right.




Well done. Truly.

04/29/2013