Sometimes, life is a bummer.
It’s like when you open a box of those candy hearts (the ones that I’m told taste like cardboard and sadness where there should be unicorns) and the first one that falls out is orange, your least favorite flavor, and says “miss you.”
But then again, sometimes the next one that comes out is yellow, your favorite, and says “love you” on it, which kind of makes you smile at the irony, if you compare it to the last one you got.
That is, until you promptly proceed to drop it and it falls beneath your dresser with the dust bunnies and you can’t find it for the life of you, and all the while you look ridiculous down on your hands and knees searching for this stupid candy heart beneath your dresser.
And then, of course, just as you’ve given up, told yourself this is dumb and begun to get up off the floor, you discover it’s bounced out from beneath your dresser, and you couldn’t find it because you were looking for it where it wasn’t.
Funny the way these things work, isn’t it?
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