"Uh... red?"
Three Skittles fall out: blue, red and brown.
She squints, almost disapprovingly, and says, "You won't get what you want... at least not yet."
= = =
February 22, 2008
We wake up, breathing heavily and sweating. My best friend is leaving, and my girlfriend walked out on me after a disagreement. Since I am attached to both women, last night was an emotional upheaval, to say the least. Hugging, (possible) crying, convulsions and palpitations, etc. etc.
God kicks me in the proverbial nads by reminding me that this life is not the end of the story. The happy ending doesn't happen here. Not yet. Not now. Afterwards.
"Honestly, God, kill me now. Like I didn't ask for this before..." I mutter, unfocused. Life as a resident of the 32nd floor of PBCom Tower has been an adventure, but I still get winded when bad news arrives at our door.
And God flashes the cross in front of me. New perspective: Mary, mother of Jesus and Mary Magdalene at the foot of the cross. Two girls separated from me out of divine intervention. I breathe easy, my heart is calm. Jesus is here. Thanks, bro.