Good Things Don’t Last Forever
She’s pretty. He’s handsome. She’s single. He’s single. She does her thing. He does his thing. She’s always there. He lives there. She likes to party. He likes to party. She likes to see him after she parties. He likes to see her after he parties. She comes. He comes. She slips through the shadows. He wakes up to sunshine.
It’s a pretty sweet agreement if you think about it.
Except there was no agreement made. Just something that started under the assumption that the other wanted nothing more than what they received. Which so far has worked out, until she realized that she wanted more. But isn’t that usually the case? No, not this time. This time realized that she’d always want more. Not just from him, but in general. It didn’t matter that it was a seemingly ideal situation. More. More. More. Go ahead girl, be greedy. I ain’t even mad.
She remembers a stupid experiment she saw on some stupid TV show when she was young and stupid. It consisted of weighing out the pros and cons of a decision using M&Ms. She thought about it for a second. Couldn’t find any M&Ms but she did have some Sour Patch Kids. Pro: Might get hurt. Con: Might be happy. Pro: … Con: It’s gonna be a long, cold winter. Pro: …. Fuck this shit she thinks as she eats all the red Sour Patch Kids.
Over brunch she recaps the weekend to her friends. They all have bewildered looks on their faces when she’s done. They all ask if he has a brother. Cousin. Friend. Co-worker. They all reply with a, “Wait. And why again are you not going to see him anymore?” or some variation of that. They all say she’s fucking shit up. They all have second thoughts about living vicariously through her. They all wonder why on Earth she would ruin such a good thing.
Easy. Because she wants something GREAT.