I was lost for a year and a half after high school, that dark time when the object of my high school crush was dating someone else, a hundred and fifty miles away. I spent many nights in my dorm listening to something from U2… huddled under a small lamp with a stack of paper, a fountain pen, and my sadness.
A random play through the music library on my PowerBook brought up With or Without You, and I was back in my old room at UF.
Unlike that time, I haven’t been writing much lately. I can blame a few things, but among other things – Cheryl’s taking her pain better than me. She’s truly my better half.
As it turns out, I’m happy “with.”