Being HappyA Story by CrowleyJust a thought...not a cohesive one, but what I could muster on a Monday morning.I would compromise if you asked, but you like it your way. Last night I asked you if you liked my friends and you said no. " None of them?" " They are all a******s." I turned out the light and thought about the value of my happiness. The math didn’t add up, but then I was never good at math. Upon waking, I read a poem about a long night and it spoke truth and substance. I packed my things and left them by the front door so you would see. “Why are you leaving.” “I have a hard time sleeping in your bed.” “Will we still be friends?” “I am a friend of mine and you don’t like my friends.” You looked perplexed “Do you need help carrying your stuff to the car?” “No, I got it.” As I drove away, I felt lighter, almost like a burro who was finally able to put down his load at the end of the day. I thought about my friends and which ones would let me crash at their place for a couple days and there were more than I could count on my fingers and toes. The radio played and I drove wondering what it would be like to have a love that liked my friends and I smiled and sang. Losing myself was out of the question. © 2019 CrowleyAuthor's NoteReviews
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9 Reviews Added on January 14, 2019 Last Updated on October 5, 2019 AuthorCrowleyPhoenix, AZAboutLike to hang out with other writers and see what's what. Have met a lot of good people on this and other sites through the years. Decided to come back and do a little posting and reading. Hit me up i.. more..Writing
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