I think of love as a long staircase with exactly one hundred steps.
It takes climbing up each of those steps and reaching the hundredth step to truly be in
love.
I keep trying to walk back down.
But, it seems like every time I try to take a step backward I end up five steps closer to the
top.
So what am I supposed to do?
I am at ninety-seven.
And then it’s a long, scary drop on the other side.
Monday, I tried to slowly take a step back.
But, then you called just to ask me about my day.
Ninety-eight.
I can see it now, only two more steps.
Stay calm, I tell myself.
Wednesday, I overheard you talking about me to your friend, speaking highly of me.
Ninety-nine.
Maybe if I ignore it it’ll go away, I’ll go on a drive.
I get in the car, turn on the radio.
I love this song.
You showed me this song.
One hundred.