Dancing With Olivia

forty-nine

we'd been dating for

a little over a month,

and i decided to take her on a date

to a festival.

it was the kind of date

where i won her a stuffed bear,

and the ferris wheel got stuck once,

and we got ice cream.

the bear was so big

we had to both hold it as we walked,

me holding one paw

and olivia holding the other,

the bear hanging between us.

and it was a good day.

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A/N

I don't know what the fuck is going on. At least two people I know were just having a rough night, but suddenly it turned into more than just a rough night, and now they're questioning life and God and school, and I just don't know what the fuck is going on.

This isn't even a rant, but I don't know how else to put it without completely giving things away... ugh.

I'm frustrated and confused and choked-up even though I'm not crying and don't even feel like it? And I'm supposed to see one of these people tomorrow? And I still don't know what the fuck is going on? And they don't know that I don't know what the fuck is going on???¿?

There's no way I can sleep now. Shit.

Sorry. I don't even know why I told you guys that. Who knows if you even read my crappy author's notes.

Hope you guys are having a better night than people on my end are.

Love always,
Abee

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