sandwich toppings
single is good, for some time. and after some time passes single is lonely. the friday, saturday night fling doesnt suffice, it doesn’t fulfill the empty space on monday afternoon at the library, or tuesday at the zoo. when you are single you are incredibly free, you go and do as you please. you don’t really think, you just act. sometimes it turns out well…other times, not so much. but at the end of the day, week, or month you are single, and youre okay with that
but then you see people come into your work and she leans her head on his shoulder while looking up at the menu, they talk about what they’ve done, or are going to do, and as she goes to get her drink he tells you the toppings for her sandwich. and it hits you, similar to a bus, and you think, i want someone to know my toppings. and its silly, but there isnt a thing you can do. then you find yourself wanting a relationship and it may not be the person youre going to be with for life, but its a person youre with for now. and right now, now is good enough. now is just right.
