Spring and By Summer Fall

I have such an appreciation for these beautiful Spring days; the weather is mild with a light breeze, the sunshine’s brightness overpowering the clear blue skies, and all of the beautiful flowers are just beginning to bloom.

These days remind me of the times I would spend with my ex, driving along Pacific Coast Highway, blaring bands in the Nintendocore scene, happy in that moment to be in each other’s company.

I no longer miss the relationship that ended years ago but I do miss him from time to time on days like these, especially his adorable pup Maggie. She was a fur ball that was forever attached to the foot of his bed. Merely seeing her jump up and down as I entered his apartment was enough to make me smile for hours, as I so desperately tried to get her to love me as much as she loved my ex. Coincidentally enough, I also tried to do the exact thing with my ex. Both cases ended up being major failures.

I wonder how he’s doing. Is he happy? Is he still in a relationship? Does Maggie continue to do the belly scoot on the carpet—the one where she would drag her belly across the carpet as her hind legs listlessly followed behind her?

Sometimes I get the urge to reach out to him just so I can check in but every time I do that I feel like I go two spaces backwards and things get weird. I don’t have the patience for it anymore. Instead I go about another task to bypass the feeling.

Wherever he is right now, more than likely on a beach somewhere in South OC, giving Maggie lots of belly rubs, scratches, pets, letting her smell all the smells, I hope he’s experiencing true love—the love that will make his heart swell and plaster a smile on his face every single day.