Bedtime Story

...three years ago yesterday to be exact, a connection was made. It started with a smile, a few drinks (okay, a lot of drinks) and the borrowing of a cigarette. Since then, the details have been obscured by slight variations in perception.

He followed him up the steps. Once the eyes met, the attraction was mutual. He asked for a cigarette. He would have given him the whole pack. He lit the cigarette and then offered to buy him a drink. They made fun of the bad drag and cards were exchanged. All in all, it was the quintessential introduction.

The next three years comprised of on again/off again FUN (yes, big uppercase letters). There were disagreements, heart to hearts, makeups, breakups and everything in between. But, no matter where one went, sooner or later the other would be waiting just down the road somewhere with that unbelievable kiss.

They were good for each other, despite how much either didn’t want to admit it. One would say too much, the other not enough, Ying would forget, Yang would recall in detail, A had been there done that while B would try to reinvent the wheel.

Now, three years later, regardless of circumstance, they’re still working on the proverbial storybook “ever after.”