Without A Damn Care

"I found her!!" He screamed in pure excitement! "My girl awaits for me in tender time! My girl is mine! She is the world, she is my girl!" He rehearsed the lyric. Peter had found his girl, but soon after he realized it, he list her, "typical" he said to himself, "atleast it didn't hurt as bad as the other times, "she was perfect in every sense, except that she COULDN'T all mine," it made him sad to remember, he shook the memory. "There's plenty of fish in the sea, I suppose," he reassured himself for the millionth time, there was plenty more, he just couldn't ever cath them. "I'm okay," he was doing fine, the single life was good for him, although he lived his life as if he was married, married to a higher being of life that no one could ever meet, see, hear, or even smell. Nobody knew what ran through peters head, you could say he was madly in love with himself, he took another chug of that intoxicating liquid, the liquid that had been keeping him going since high school, the liquid that's always kept him occupied. "You help me forget everything, but you help me remember that you are everything I've got," he said reminiscintly to the little blue can inside the warm palm of his hand. "You make lines blurry, you make cars move fast, you make music sound louder, more amusing, you make me love harder and longer... I LOVE YOU!" A familiar song played, he put down everything in his hand and danced along, he swayed his head to the beat, "you know exactly how I feel," he said to his beloved music player. "How do you know?!" He was so confused, but pleased, entertained, "you always know, baby," he watched danger stroll by, love came right behind it, lights flashed, lines blurred, he could feel everything at once, cancelled out into nothing, "come one, keep going, beautiful, you're perfect!" He grabbed onto his lover, gripped her tight, "I'll never let you go!!"