Outta left field

So I totally envisioned last night proceeding a tad bit different. Go to my crush’s concert, go to local bar for Mardi Gras, have crush join post second show, find courage to plant one on him and take the leap of professing being the Harley Quinn to his Joker.

Instead crush never made it to local bar (and no his phone is still broke). Outta left field in comes the college crush…the one who the timing never worked, the one who so many tears have fallen over as we always seem to be on this roller coaster of bumper cars occasionally crashing into each other and then moving apart. Maybe it is more like the waves of an ocean rather than a roller coaster.

So today I embrace the confusion and I’m trying my best to not obsess over that confusion.


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