Live light. Keep it simple.

twice the misery plus a few bottles of beer is a crowd. a sweet harmless company meant to salvage what little comfort they could give and hold on to from the other.

and right there is the part where they started talking about miss’ery, and him and her, and eventually them.

he told stories buried deep in the recesses of her mind.  she still can’t believe he remembered those. he wondered why she kept appearing, after months of absence, at a time when he needed someone to be with him.  she said “i’m probably your Angel, sent by some cosmic force to look after you.” they both laughed and let it pass.

the truth is, There is her escape. There is where she runs away from the pressure of life even just for a moment.  There is where she seeks alone time to think, to forget, and to figure things out.  it’s her piece of heaven, his Angel’s piece of Heaven.  right then is also the part where he subconsciously started being her angel too.

and so, from then on twice the misery and a few bottles of beer had good old talks and good old walks.  by the beach beneath the fading orange-red light of the setting sun with their surfboards left nonchalantly on the shore, they were rendered lightheaded and sober.ly intoxicated.