As a good friend of mine once said, "I can't tell you anything about chemistry, I didn't take it at school". Well, it was something like that anyway. I've been sitting here trying to figure out why I feel like I'm having a love affair with Tronts. Maybe chemistry does hold the answer. But akin to my friend, it's not much help to me because I opted for physics in the realm of science. And I'll be the first to admit, choosing any science subject was not a wise choice given that my strengths were language and social studies.
Do you remember that game that we'd play as kids, where we'd pull the petals off flowers one by one and chant, 'he loves me, he loves me not'? That's how I feel on a daily basis about this city. I feel like I'm constantly questioning the reciprocity of my relationship with Tronts.
A few weeks ago now, at the beginning of April, it was starting to get warmer. I'd shed a layer of clothing. All of the snow had disappeared and the icy residue had melted away. What was left was Spring. Or so we thought. Tronts deceived and disappointed us all that week, just like a selfish lover. She had dangled the promise of warmth in our faces and then taken it away so callously. There was a snow-storm. One as thick as any endured during the winter.
I walked around in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt today. I feel like I'm being lured into a false sense of security again. Do I trust the verdant grass? The tiny leaves sprouting on the once-barren trees branches? The tulips lining the flower beds of people's house fronts? Do I trust her?
I can't help but think the best of her. For all that she doesn't give me, she gives me back tenfold in other ways. I feel safe and secure. Comfortable and familiar. Supported and loved. But at the same time, excited and filled with possibility.
If that isn't the perfect love affair, then I don't know what is.
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