Spent the sunny afternoon driving around town
looking for a birthday present
for her.
Struggling to curb my enthusiasm.
Looking at what was ahead of me
the period of time that all my favorite poets wrote about
The phase of life where stimulation, excitement and thrills
segue into stability, focus, and domestication
This was probably the happiest time period of my life
but I wasn’t going to admit that to her
or to myself.
Because it was when you let your guard down
that life hit you the hardest
I wasn’t going to get carried away.
If my cumulative experiences have taught me anything,
it was that you never knew what was waiting around for you
around the corner.
I wasn’t going to get caught slipping,
running around town
smiling like shit was sweet.
But I was happy enough.
She asked me to grade our relationship
I said “right now, a 90 percent. Because we still have room to grow.”
She feigned an appalled look,
as if things were perfect,
or that they could ever be.
I knew plenty of couples who would be happy with an 85 average.
I felt like we were the fortunate ones.
We were in a situation of our own choosing
And still free to pursue lots of dreams together
–albeit with very little time to waste.
Not only was 90 a passing grade
But it is considered an A in most of academia
Under the circumstances, a 90 percent was pretty damn phenomenal.
I knew plenty of couples who’d never even hit 90 percent in one day.
~Edward Austin Robertson
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