Gus

Happy

Terence made great company for me.

We managed to expand the bedroom a little to fit another bed, but besides that mostly everything was the same. Except there were more clothes to be washed and more dishes to cleaned and more food to buy.

One Monday evening after we came home from work, we got a knock on our door, and Terence opened it. A woman in her 60s stood shriveled and bald with a smile on her face. We almost didn't recognize her as Carol.
She told us she had been cancer-free for some time and wanted to see us again. She'd spoken on the phone with Ash already; his wife dances in small theaters and he's thinking about being a stand up comedian in a bar nearby. They said they all love the city, but miss us dearly. We invited Carol in for a drink and asked how she was feeling. She told us she felt better than ever, and that she still remembers how happy her husband was when the announcement came that she was cured. We talked for hours about our jobs, life, and just in general what was going on in the world. Then Carol left as she needed her milk before bed, and we went to bed a couple of hours later wondering if she was really fine.

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I feel like Terence and I have a real connection. We were both misguided as children, neglected as adults, and terrible with women. I've never met someone like that before, and knowing him makes me feel a little safer in this world.
When we're not working, we go on adventures together; when I was 30 and he was 31, we drove around the streets of Philadelphia. He was in the driver's seat and I was in the passenger's seat. I played "Sweet and Sour" with the pedestrians, and everyone that waved at me, I would draw their picture (or at least what details I could catch of them.) Once we got back home, I took out my notepad full of the people who waved at me and we gave all the people names. Then I ripped out the sheet of paper and put it on our fridge. We found doing things like that fun because they were creative and only we knew how to play them, even if we were working adults.

I must admit, I have been through a lot. But that's okay, because eventually I found happiness.

The way I see it, I guess all people find happiness at different points in their lives... some just have to wait longer than others, but once they do, it'll be worth it.