School Reunion. Simple dinner. Lousy live band. Swirl of alcohol. Sudden company on the way home.
Cultural trip. Daylight walkathon. Good food. Bad service. Funny film. A brief ride home.
Days really have a way of twisting and turning things out. You’ll never get to notice one good affair blossoming or a bad instance unveiling. Some days are too awful for something remarkable to happen, but the favorable matter won over. Some days are too perfect, yet turned out otherwise.
I’d like to believe this is in no way applicable to us. I’d still like to think we’d always end days with a goodnight. There are days however I want to say goodbye instead.
Will you end up as just another fiction to share, your identity reduced to a pronoun, your character diminished to a tag?