Boy meets Girl.
Boy and Girl date. For a year and some time.
Boy and Girl use the "I love you" words.
Boy moves two hundred miles to be close to Girl.
Boy and Girl talk about getting married.
Boy and Girl pick out names of future children.
Boy and Girl become shining examples to all their friends. Boy and Girl are proof that, while no relationship is perfect, with sacrifice and good communication and-yes-the "I love you" words, real people can make real relationships work. Real people are capable of creating their own happiness.
Boy fucks friend of Boy and Girl at Boy's birthday party last week.
...I am not a pessimist. Occasionally, I am jaded, but usually for small ammounts of time and for dramatic effect. Even in my currently single, sometimes confused state of union, I am hopeful.
Or I was.
If Boy and Girl, my 'shining example,' are as susceptible to the same harsh relationship realities that plague stars of teenage primetime soap operas, then what, I ask you, what is it that I seem stupidly determined to remain hopeful about?
I wish I didn't know anything about this. I want the story to end with "Boy and Girl live happily ever after."
Ignorance is supposedly bliss, but for me, it is apparently the source of my optimism.
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"Ignorance is supposedly bliss, but for me, it is apparently the source of my optimism."
Good closing line.
Despite the fact that writing about anything is better than nothing, I wish you wouldn't have written about this.
It's not fair to you. We've talked about this...
But if you want to torture yourself, by all means, please do. Hopefully something of beautfiul artistic merit will come from it...
That was the idea. I'm over it now...
You were the right person to talk to about this, but I needed to 'write it out.'
I got a good closing line out of it, didn't I?
I'm glad you got it out...
Yeah, you got a good closer out of it.
...and that's about it.
I didn't need to get anything else from it...
You saw to that.
And I should thank you but your "that's sbout it" line was harsh.
I've still got it!
You've still got the ability to give me a compliment while slapping me in the face with it, yes.
Isn't that who I've always been?
And isn't that one of the reasons you care so deeply for me?
Sure, if that's the reason you want to use, yes...
But I might be able to think of one or two more. Three's pushing it.
I don't need a list, Virgo.
I know me. You know me.
You know you. I know you.
We play to our strengths. Being an ass is all I've got most days.
Yes it is...
Of course, when I thought that I was seventeen and didn't know any better. I looked at your ego before I ever looked at anything else. Fell for you anyway...
ha ha ha
That is oddly comforting.
Oh the masks we wear.
My perspective of you has changed tenfold, but it should have.
I still love you like a sister. Or someone I've been married to for 55 years.
My perspective of you has changed, but as you said, you are one hundred and ten percent different than you were five years ago.
And it's strangely comforting to me, as well.
I feel the same way...
Love you too, sis.
Five years?
That's not so comforting.
We should be working harder.
Probably. But complacency seems to be my permanant vacation home.
You've never needed a vacation from a vacation so bad in your entire life!
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