It's almost 2am and I should be sleeping. But I just want to shoot this out into the world before I bid her good night. I have been eyeing this red hot Americana item for 6 months. I love it because it strikes a chord in my whimsical soul - so RED. so CUTE. Each time I passed by the shop I toyed with the idea of buying it. Then later I found the same Zippo on sale at the Village Grocer supermarket not too far from home. "This was meant to be!" I thought to myself. Surely it is fated. But again I walked away.
Late tonight someone came to my house and gave the Zippo to me. It was exactly 12 midnight.
We shared a slice of berrie meringue cake, but before that I had to blow two small candles propped on top of it.
I do like me, I must admit. But that is only possible because someone like you can love someone like me.
Goodnight, sunshine. God bless our long-suffering companions, who makes it possible for us to like ourselves in spite of ourselves. It is a gift that we cannot measure. What else can I ask now that I am 41 years old?
And thank you, my friends. For letting me park my little cup of happiness at a corner of your consciousness. Come... drink with me.