What is your definition of love?
Meant to post this a while ago but I thought it was too long. It’s my definition:
When I was 15, my best friend, Kevin, told me that my girl Diana cheated on me. We never spoke, I just shut her out. Stupid kid stuff.
Maybe a decade later, I drove by her home and, for some reason, I rang her doorbell. I expected her to slap me when she answered the door; instead, she let me in, gave me a smile and an apron. She had this huge bar of chocolate that she told me to chop for cookies.
So I went in and started chopping.
After a bit, I asked her, half-jokingly, what happened between us.
She stopped and answered:
Why weren’t you?
I had no answer. Almost twenty years after the fact, I still have no answer. I don’t remember anything else but I remember what she said.
That conversation started me off in being who I am now. In fact, I learned the phrases biggest fan and on your side that day.
It’s why I’m always loyal.
You see, she doesn’t know, but I still wonder if No. 7 ever found that job under the California sun; I wanna call her office someday and hear that message that says she’s left the company she hates.
And I still wonder if Diana bought that ranch in Colorado that she dreamt of and has kids to help her make cookies. I wouldn’t know, though.
I never saw her again.
But I hope she got it all.
As for me, I’m waiting for someone to be on my side again.
Location: home
Mood: pensive
Music: But until then I’ll do just fine on my own
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