on late nights....

So it's late. I know that this may not be the best time to post (after 3 beers and some good laughs) and maybe it isn't....or maybe it is? Sometimes alcoholic beverages can make us more honest. They can help us to see clearly the things that seem so complicated when the lights are bright and our minds are concerned with pleasing others and the social norms.

So here it is. The story of a girl.

Sarah. Sometimes she missed her prince, Daniel, but most of the time she's okay. He swooped in, saved her when she was tumbling down the hill and picked her up and held her. He showered her in sunlight and dried all the rain. He brought her yellow tulips and wrote her notes of love. He held her as she cried, and laughed along with her when she laughed. However, today she missed him and it is all because of the reminder. A little birdy that placed his name so half-hazardly in her ear. "Daniel". As if to remind her of her already regrettable failures. The birdy tugged at her regret and brought her to her knees.

"Daniel."

Sarah paused.

Though time had passed and many wounds had healed she paused at the name, unsure of what to say.

"I don't have anything bad to say about him - he was a good guy. That's all."

And that's all she said. She left it at that. And though her heart hurt for a moment for all the moments they had spent together, she trusted that it would go away. Eventually the feeling would be lost and the moment would be hers again and all would be well.

And it was. But Sarah still remembers. She will always remember.