Flatline

I’m feeling a tad melancholy today. Perhaps it’s the hormones. PMS. Whatever. Probably. Because I’m making no sense, even to myself, and I just felt like screaming in frustration and crying, both at the same time.

It’s been less than 2 weeks since we met. Less than 1 week since we started. And everything feels familiar. Everything feels right.

And so my gut reaction is to creep back into my shell and prepare for the worst. Because it all seems too good to be true. Because if things are zooming by so fast, the end is sure to come as quickly. We should be flatlining soon. And then what?

Human nature sucks. Here we are, on fluffy pink clouds, and I’m already concerned about rain. Would I be so terribly pessimistic to think this way, or just plain realistic?

No. I refuse to let this moment slip by. No matter what happens, I have now.