a shot through the heart

It’s amazing to me how another person can bring you to life just by thinking about them. Just spending an hour in their presence, despite all the bullshit and hurt feelings and broken hearts and ignorance and selfishness and naiveté and misery, can put a spring in your step you wouldn’t have thought possible 12 hours earlier.

Maybe I just woke up on the right side of the bed this morning? Maybe the fact I didn’t wake up in a smoky haze and was breathing actual air at 9:00 am was a good thing? Or maybe, I was never wrong…it just wasn’t meant to be…and we can still be friends?

I don’t know how they do it.