Pajamas

Tonight, I was talking to your good friend. He called, consoling me in response to my desperate text. For a few moments we joked; a sarcastic joke about true love.

It was double edged. He still searching. Me, wiped clean.

My advice on true love was as simple as a your five year old niece, Ava, who likes Aubry because “I like dinosaurs and he likes dinosaurs.”

For your friend, it could be very well as simple as finding someone that wears pajamas the same percentage of the day that he does, sealing the deal. Like we did. I hope he finds it like us. He deserves to know it.

Oh pajamas, how we loved them so. Now I want to stay in them, forever.

You are infamous, Stevie Pants.