The saddest thing my mother ever told me
was that the last time she saw the man she loved
was the night before her wedding.
He died six months later.
The ceremony went on without a hitch.
This is a lesson for anyone who thinks
that, as soon as you make a decision,
is pouring concrete
into a mold that cannot be broken
no matter how hard he punches.
As for my father,
he's always been a second choice,
which is why he's the first to leave.
He once left a woman
because her daughter died of cancer.
He said that she looked different.
It might have been the alcohol.
It might have been her daughter.
It might have been him.
Sometimes, we forget to fix our hair in the morning.
I once left a girl because I got too sad.
Thought about killing myself again and
I didn’t want anyone to have to bury me.
She asked me if it was something she did.
Sometimes, I’m an asshole.
Sometimes, we forget to start acting in the morning.
My best friend forgets to sleep sometimes,
says that the best things in life happen between cigarette breaks
and break ups,
late papers and hangovers.
She asks me if love is alive
and I tell her,
sometimes the stars forget to wake up at night
because they are hiding behind the clouds.
And sometimes people get married because it is convenient
and they really need a second income
to make a downpayment on their dream home.
Sometimes people fall in love in cardboard boxes
or one bedroom apartments
with just enough room for their shoes
and, though they die of frostbite in the next winter,
they die in love.
So, yes, love is still alive, but,
sometimes, we forget to fix our hair in the morning.