(non)fiction

Once upon a time there was a boy and a girl, and they liked spending time together. They made each other laugh and shared more inside jokes than they could remember. Their friends were friends and they liked their friends. Sometimes they dated their friends and kissed their friends. They liked each other as friends. The boy and girl liked to be young and have fun and dance and laugh and celebrate. They liked summer and college and music. They liked each other. But their timing was always off. Sometimes she was available, and sometimes he wasn't. Sometimes he was staying, and sometimes she was leaving. Then, one night the timing was right. He kissed her, and it was right. But the next day, a very bad thing happened, and the girl's world fell apart. Feelings grew stronger for the girl, both good feelings and bad feelings. She needed an angel, and she thought the boy was her angel. He made her feel safe. With him, she didn't feel so alone. Maybe the boy was her angel for a while, but maybe he wasn't. In the end, he decided he wanted to be young and fun and dance and laugh and celebrate without the girl. He walked away from the girl without saying goodbye.


And that was the end.