Destination Happiness

I was wondering today about the exact moment I fell out of love with him. Then I thought about that saying, “fell out of love.” It isn’t really like falling. Falling implies a fast movement when it is actually a slow, agonizing process. I think it is more like being hit by a bus. It hurts like hell but then you get up and cross that street again. The next time you have to cross that street you look both ways, always aware and cautious of your surroundings. But one day you get lazy and the bus hits you again. It hurts like hell, it takes a little longer to get back up, but you do. The next day you decide to take another route, hoping that the bus won’t be on that street. For days, weeks, maybe even months the bus is nowhere in sight. Then all of a sudden, “Bam!” it hits you. Funny, though, it doesn’t hurt as much as it once did. You get up, shake yourself off and keep walking; walking like your feet are covered in molasses. Finally you stand in front of the bus, daring it to hit you, just so you can kill the love that hurts so badly. I have been standing in the middle of the road for quite a while now waiting to be hit by that damn bus. That is until I realized that I could get on the bus, get the hell out of town and move forward with my life. I just hope it is not the short bus!!