Just be good to me...

For some strange reason I picture you as a Dodger fan.

Do you realize how much that hurts my soul? I was with a Lakers fan for 11 years. I was pumped with facts about a team I hate for over a decade. A Dodger fan though? That’s like us having different religions. I’m unsure about how that’s supposed to work. I just figure God has the same sense of humor I do, amusing and ironic. I’ll take it though, cause as much as I tell everyone about my type, my list of standards and my 5,000 other “requirements,” those are mainly just surface. 

I ask for one thing: just be good to me.

You know exactly what do to on the bad days, the days I don’t want to emerge from my room, the days words aren’t worth communicating and the days I have nothing to look forward to—although there is plenty. You’re around on the days where nothing is appetizing. Some days food can’t heal shit. I still have days like that. But even if I can’t eat all of my feelings, hey, at least I can trouble you for your company. That’s all l really require anyways.

All you have to do is say the word, provide the shoulder to cry on and I’m at ease. At this point in my life you still don’t exist and it frustrates the fuck out of me. 

I’m fully aware that our lives are building up to some simple story—some ridiculous simple-as-fuck-story. I will laugh at the defeated attitude I once had, cause in reality I was “this close” to encountering you, but the timing just wasn’t right.

Shit will happen… eventually. Untll then, Dodger fan, enjoy your baseball without me talking mad shit. P.S. Hope you like Brian Wilson as your set-up man, his command is beyond off these days. Good luck with that.