[mis]adventures of a small town girl

I left the building shortly after I got off the phone. I flung my head back and took deep breaths; the tiny flakes stung my face. Happily ever after is crumbling all around me. The people I love are starting over after collecting the dog(s), the soulmate, and the dream house.

A coworker commented recently that they read an article that cited most people break up between Christmas and Valentine's Day. As I trudged through the fresh snow to the train station, I thought of all the recent phone calls I've had like this one. The phone calls to tell me that their fairy tale has ended.


My heart was heavy in my chest as I got off the train at my stop. Then I saw the kissy lips and the smile through the car window before I opened the door. I've kissed a lot of frogs, and I am certain that I've found my bliss.