Ode to a Manuscript

I’m with someone else right now, but I keep catching glimpses of you. Maybe we are meant to be.


It’s finally here, our first date. I know your name, your job, things you like, all the major points. I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but you seem…perfect.


We’re really getting to know each other now, but there’s one thing that’s bothering me. I can’t tell what makes you tick. We go places. We have fun. But what is it you really want? Beats me.


Well, we’re committed. It’s you and me now. I’m trying to think of new things for us to do. We’ve already been to the coffee shop twice, sledding, the library. Hey, maybe we could visit the hospital. It’d be dramatic! But also sad. And smelly. Scratch that, I’ll think of something else.


I like you, but your little habits are getting on my nerves. Please stop blushing, shrugging, and rolling your eyes. Also, do not, under any circumstances utter the word ‘just’ ever again.


We’ve been together a while now and I don’t mean to be critical, but you need to hit the gym. Your middle – sagging. Also, my grandma moved faster than you with a walker and a broken leg. I know the tortoise won the race, but…


Do not roll your eyes at me.


You’re driving me crazy. I’m half-tempted to swipe you into a drawer with a few others that didn’t work out. But I’m in this for the long haul so just sit here next to me. No, I do not want to wander around the neighborhood again. 


How did I not catch your love for silent meditation before it was too late?


WE MADE IT! Got the pictures taken, sent them to the friends and family. I have to admit, I’m a little nervous about what they’ll think. For now, let’s go have some ice cream. 


I can’t believe I’ve never noticed the people here before. I mean, attractive, interesting. I wonder if any of them have a great backstory…

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