Butterfly Effect

I know fuck all. Or considerably less. Nonchalantly ignoring the subject for two years until the last imaginable moment. I don’t think I slept the previous night — trying to invent ingenuine solutions to cheat the system.

Two years of my life are at stake, so is my reputation and bright future. Would I fail, I’d go work in construction, I say to myself, hoping I’d never happen.

I passed. Barely. Yet passed.

I could have slipped, and everything might have been different.

Kissing that tender skin of hers, touching that slender body, youthful oblivious joy soaking my mind, I conquered the educational system on my terms and this is my reward, starry night above the city, and just her naked self and me, I’m in love, always and forever. Till the day I’m gone.

She’s fast asleep next to me. I wonder how or even if she remembers that.