you never know

give it time. you never know, i tell her. 

she’s grieving. mourning some guy, i think she said his name was nick.

i don’t know a whole lot about her — she’s the cousin of a friend of mine and she recently moved to Colorado for the fresh start we all dream of.

nick, wherever you are out there, whoever you are, i know there are three sides to every story, but i’d like to hear yours. this girl is cute. 

anyway i tell her to give it time. you never know when a dog will put thoughts in your brain that no one else can hear, and then suddenly you’ll go on a hike with the telepathic dog and then you’ll run into your ex-boyfriend’s childhood prom date’s husband’s dog, Cooper. the reunion will change your life and fade into the unconscious as a story you tell at parties about how you got back together with the love of your life after a horrible break up.

you never know when your mud will turn to solid ground, i tell her.

i tell her to trust that the best will work out and if he’s the best, she’ll see him again soon.

i mean for my words to feel like a hug but i can tell that instead it feels like a dagger all deep and twisty.

she sips her margarita and changes the subject. 

i can see the part of her that hurts. all grey and rotten. oh, nick. 

give it time. you never know, i tell her.