I used to think I lacked originality, creativity, and meaning. That I was a multiple choice test I couldn’t find the answers to, thinking I was simply a blank canvas of basic True or False. But then you came along and made me realize that I was D) All of the above. That I am the multiple choice.
I am that new show on Netflix you love to binge watch but wished it were just a few episodes longer.
I am the hot sauce you add to an already delicious plate of steak fajitas but leaves your tongue a little burnt, and still a little hungry.
I am your favorite song lyrics you belt out in your car with a few missed words, volume up to 11, riding windows down on PCH in your partially beat up Scion.
I am the feeling of fresh air you inhale from your nasal cavities after being sick for 3 weeks, 3 long weeks of you thinking you would never breathe the scent of your favorite Palo Santo incense again.
I am unapologetically myself with my mess of mistakes, missed freeway exits, and 4 snoozed alarms at 6am when you don’t work until noon. I am everything you wanted. Sometimes I’m more. You wanted 12 donuts and I am the “bakers dozen”. I’m a choice, a choice you made. You say I’m original, that I’m creative, and that I have meaning. That I’m the A grade you got on your multiple choice test in life. Now tell me, is that True or False?