I still remember the day we met
like it was yesterday
I remember it so vividly.
It was the perfect story.
I loved telling it.
It was different enough
to keep peoples' attention.
It was the perfect beginning
to what I thought
was going to be
the perfect story.

I can still recall the way you stood
in the doorway of my small dorm room.
You're body screamed confidence
intimidation
and you acted like you owned the place.
But your voice was gentle
curious
and you welcomed me into your life.
Without a second thought
I fell for your charms
and into a story
that I thought was going to be
perfect.

I learned quickly
that no story is perfect.
All stories must have
conflict.
I just wish
our conflict
would have had a much
happier resolution.
And I wish
more than anything
that our story
wouldn't have ended so soon.

Life is unfair some times
in that way.
Happiness is dangled in front of you,
just barely
out of reach.
It takes more than you'd think
to reach it.
But
it's not impossible.

Reaching
happiness
isn't
impossible.

But the way
you get there
isn't going to be
the perfect story.