“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”
― Marcel Proust
I met Martha Wayne a few days ago. The mother of Batman. I didn’t expect that that would ever happen, especially not a few months ago when it seemed unlikely that Batman and I would ever get back in touch again.
Life. . . . is kind of good. I’m getting more hours at my job therefore making more money. My savings account even has a balance other than zero. Somehow, my relationship with Batman is relatively stress-free and I’m genuinely happy where we are now. I took out zero student loans this semester. I haven’t begun to fail in any of my classes. Life. . . is good.
But. . . where’s the catch, the drawback? Something has to be wrong or go wrong. That’s the way of life I’m familiar with. Things are going so well that I can’t help but wonder when the other shoe is going to drop, when are things going to start going not so well.
I’m just kind of in a good place right now and I’m unaccustomed to it. Yes, school is going to get stressful soon, that’s to be expected. But everything else. . . I’m happy. And. . . . Batman may play a big part in that. I’m just trying to keep my guard up, I need to because if things go sour with him this time. . . there won’t be another time. Just the thought of that gives me an uncomfortable pang in my chest. But its the ugly truth and I’m trying not look through rose-colored glasses this time.
But all in all, life is good.