Surprise!

A couple of years ago today, B. took me to Cluny's bar and told me that he was falling in love with me. I was in love with him, too. Both us of were practically shaking afterwards and the exchange was so unexpected and electric and changing for us that we always called it the 'car accident.' That day in November became marked in our minds and we made lots of plans about how to celebrate the anniversary once we finally could. Some of those plans were small, others were more important, but all of them helped carry us through a lot of misery.

No celebrations today, and I expected to be miserable. But you know what? Against all the odds, I feel good. I went for a walk earlier and I was smiling like hell the whole way and back. Whenever I would look up from the sidewalk (still keeping an eye out for cash) or the distance (and God), the people who'd be crossing my path would meet my eye, and they were smiling, too. They were smiling that smile that says, Look at this girl, smiling to herself. It's nice to see that. She looks so young and happy...

And my eyes would always reply, so easily and truly, Yup. Yessir. I sure am.