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It’s so hard not to cry.
Impulsive decisions are always a gamble. Opportunities are always scarce. The fortuitous meeting of both are inexplicably rare and indescribably precious.
So if you’re taking a leisurely stroll through life, not looking for much, when suddenly you catch Opportunity shyly smiling at you from a distance - flirtatiously, at that - you find yourself looking incredibly stupid with that goofy smile on your face. And in that split second of foolishness, you decide to go over (clear throat check breath fix hair on the way) to try your luck.
But then your receive a text and after you’re done composing a quick reply you look up - she’s gone.
You know that feeling in your heart. That nascent build of sunshiny happiness that makes you feel like you’re walking on clouds and the world is such a happy place, oh wow what a great day! Life is beautiful, oh yes it is, I’m so glad to be alive holy fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck what the fuck? Why did this happen? Why me why me why now why why why why oh god the world hates me.
You know the feeling? Yeah, you do?
Now that’s how it feels like to drop a freshly-bought ice-cream cone.
~ hannah p
