Little Things

I've been sitting on my computer for an hour or so, brooding over a problem the size of an anthill turning into a mountain, because it's what I do.

And then Shauna said something that reminded me that once upon a time, a boy who cared immensely for me asked my father if it was alright if we dated.

And I smiled and was thankful for remembering it. And I thought it was nice that such a nice memory didn't have to be ruined.

And if things could feel so nice once, certainly, my anthill sized problems can resolve, and surely, I will find another boy like that someday.