Decade

She was loud, I became louder; she was confident, I became more confident; she was cute, I became cuter when I was with her; she partied alot, I partied alot. She was angry, I was not. Oh well, 4 out of 5 ain't bad.

We dated a short time a decade ago. In spite of the rest of my life crumbling apart before me: business failing, unable to afford a place of my own, going back to waiting tables, thanks to her I had the time of my life.

Although we had only been dating a couple of months, we did what any lesbian couple would do: pack up the U-Haul and move me in to her place!

What a 30th birthday.

We did have a lot of fun.

She walked in to my bookstore, all skulls and crossbones.... me sitting behind the counter, all 70's yellow smiley faces. "I brought you a COKE," she said clinking the canned drink on the counter. I leaned back in the highchair.... so cool.... and fell backward into the wall. Thus began the story of us.

She was loud, I became louder; she was confident, I became more confident; she was cute, I became cuter when I was with her; she partied alot, I partied alot. She was angry, I was not. Oh well, 4 out of 5 ain't bad.

Time of my life.

Broke up, moved out, closed the bookstore, got a corporate job, transferred to another city, lost touch with her.

A decade later, searched her name online, saw her on a social page.... there she was...... one-of-a-kind name with a red glitter skull logo.... why does it say she lives in the town next to mine? 500 miles away from where we both lived 10 years ago?

Emailed, called, she was looking for a new job, submitted her resume, got hired in my office, see her everyday now.

She's still loud, she's still confident, she's still cute, she still parties, she is not still angry. I am still various degrees of those depending on the phase of the moon.

We were driving the other day and I looked at her and she looked so peaceful, her eyes, happy. Not at all the same person as a decade ago. I asked the question I had wanted to ask for months, "G, when I look at you now, you look so different. You were so angry before, now you aren't, now you look happy. Why is that?" She looked over and smiled..... "Oh Mary, the anger is gone. I just grew up." She gave me one of those million dollar smiles, turned up the music and floored it as we sang German Goth songs and smoked cigarettes.

We still have a lot of fun.

A decade ago I thought of her as my favorite mistake. Now I just think of her as my favorite.

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