A younger Michael, circa 1994
That whole situation –
the buildup
the note
Everything about her – it was
fake. She didn’t exist. A foreign
exchange student embodied one of my
many dreams. It always happens like that.
Nothing really works out like that I
mean nothing like that situation. It
is probably for the better….
If it always worked out in the end – there would be utter
anarchy, chaos, mass hysteria…
and pure REAL love stories and perfect romance.
Instead, it is mostly like my converse here –
the shoe is literally falling apart.
There’s always the right one though.
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older michael to a younger michael:
The hyperbole in the middle was lovely, younger Michael, indeed it was fun.
But two things:
It was for the best, and things do work out like that. I am so sorry to have allowed you to be misled. We are all human, and we all walk through different moments in time of our own accord. An older michael still looks on in patient agony, forcibly awaiting his time to find eloquence in brevity with nary a word but “SHUTUP”