Sometimes Life is a Sassy, Drunk Pirate

After a prompt from one of my other classes, I have come to the conclusion that life is a sassy, drunk pirate. It's a hot mess in Johnny Depp and mascara and sometimes is just plain in the way.

Let me set the scene for you.

Girl is alone. Girl is happy with it though, she's learned that she doesn't need another person (be it man or woman) to make her happy. She makes herself happy. 

Girl is in the middle of most the most hectic semester of her life. Things are the 3/4 threshold and things are do or die. She's trying to make sure that everything is done on time and that all of her ducks line up in a pretty little Martha-Stewart-esque line. 

Then, girl meets boy.

Girl and boy discover that they are both at a point in which they are okay with being alone. Then they decide not to be, because they make each other happy. 

To say the least, Life, the sassy, drunk pirate is sitting along the side lines, grinning, as these two start building things together. 

This is not to say that things are perfect. The boy could be leaving and the girl is going to be away for a while  but for the moment, things are near perfection. For the moment, they are both simply happy.

I don't know if you can tell, but I'm on this fairytale kick right now. I'm not sure why. Perhaps the simplicity.

This is my over the top way of saying, I've met a boy. I'm scared but the happiness outweighs that. As it should. I just can't get over how little I was expecting this. It's the last week of the semester, he graduates in two weeks and we're both just trying to survive.

Then, BOOM out of nowhere, our paths cross and now they are interlinked and dancing with an electric hum. It's almost terrifying. What if I hadn't been outside that day? What if I'd gone to the Monday class instead of the Wednesday? What if he had decided to simply go back to his room instead of going to the library? There are a thousand different ways the situation could have played out, but it played this way instead.

It's amazing.

Now, I have a boy to read the words of Jack Kerouac to at midnight. And he has the most beautiful name.

Who'd have thought?