symmetry

There are few things worse than asymmetrically constructed relationships, but for the last few years, they have, in one way or another, been all I have had. But I believe I have finally broken the cycle.

In my last post, I made a public declaration of love. Today I learned that it has been reciprocated. That’s right — when the beautiful woman working the second window at the Union Deposit Burger King handed me my food she said, “Here you go, love.” Love.

I was so overjoyed that I forgot to ask for sauce to go with my chicken fries. I was okay with it — what is sauce compared to true love? — but when I arrived at my destination and unpacked the brown bag, I found that she had, without my prompting, included two containers of buffalo sauce. I have never been happier.