I lost.

Again.

Like Bobby Brady lost the ice cream eating contest.

Loss

Pain.

Self-preservation.

That all seems stupid now.

Sometimes, life goes like this:

Lucky break.

Bad break.

Public shaming.

Death of a disco dancer.

Or at least a part of ourselves.

No longer helpful.

Acceptance.

Hope.

New life.

Redemption.

We can all come back.

No matter the tragedy.

By finding a tiny bit of comedy.

A nano-spark of love.

Sometimes when you've been knocked around, life is laying down the foundation to a new relationship.

I lost.

Again.

But then I found you.