SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVIL, J.HUGHES

SIXTEEN

As I step out of the flower shop, clutching the bouquet of pink blooms to my chest, I can't help but feel a rush of emotions swirling within me. That brief encounter with the elderly gentleman, it's like something straight out of a scene from a classic romantic comedy, or perhaps a poignant moment in one of my favorite TV shows.

And that man, with his kind eyes and warm smile, he was like a character plucked right out of a novel. "Today is our wedding anniversary. 52 years together, and three kids with 7 grandchildren," he had said, his voice filled with pride and love. It was a glimpse into a lifetime of shared memories and unwavering devotion, a love story that spanned decades.

You know, I've always had this fascination with random interactions, those unexpected moments of connection with strangers that somehow leave an imprint on your soul. It's like a little spark of magic in the midst of the mundane, reminding you that there's so much beauty to be found in the everyday.

I remember when I was younger, quieter. Well, not really at home, ADHD always had its way with me, but definitely at school. Anxious, reserved, making friends felt like climbing Mount Everest.

But love... it's a funny thing, isn't it? Sometimes it feels like this elusive concept, dancing just out of reach. Yet, here I am, hoping for someone to surprise me with flowers on a random Wednesday. A girl can dream, right?

So, as I walk down the street, bouquet in hand, I can't help but smile. Maybe one day, I'll find my person. Someone who'll make my heart skip a beat and fill my days with flowers... even on a random Wednesday. But until then, I'll embrace the beauty of life's little moments and keep on dreaming. Because who knows? Maybe my love story is just around the corner.

I can't shake off the feeling that tonight, am I Carrie Bradshaw? I wish I was. Because truth be told, I've been channeling more of Samantha vibes these past few years, and let's face it, I'm too big of a fan not to notice.

The fading sunlight casts long shadows across the pavement, while the distant chirping of birds signals the beginning of fall. I pause for a moment, gazing up at the afternoon clouds, where heavy clouds loom on the horizon, promising an impending rain shower.

Feeling the first droplet of rain land delicately on my nose, I chuckle softly, relishing the spontaneity of the moment. Hastening my steps, I make my way toward my apartment building, the anticipation of shelter from the storm mingling with a sense of warmth and security.

Arriving at my doorstep, I notice my shoes are soaked from the rain. Normally, I'd feel a twinge of annoyance, but today I find it strangely amusing. After all, a little rain won't kill me, right? Besides, at the end of the day, we're all going to die anyway.

With a chuckle at my own morbid thought, I unlock the door and step inside.

Feeling a surge of energy, I decide to tackle cleaning my apartment after neglecting it for a week. I start by throwing open the windows, letting in the fresh spring air as I gather up the scattered clutter and tidy up the living space. It's amazing how much better I feel with a clean environment.

Next up, arranging the flowers I bought earlier into a lovely vase. The vibrant colors add a cheerful touch to the room, instantly lifting my mood. It's the little things, like fresh flowers, that make all the difference.

After all that cleaning, a relaxing shower is just what I need. Steam fills the bathroom as I let the hot water wash away the stresses of the day, feeling the tension melt away with each passing minute. It's a nightly ritual that never fails to rejuvenate me.

With dinner on my mind, I decide to whip up something simple yet satisfying. Pasta sounds perfect—a classic comfort food that's quick and easy to make.