If It Makes You Happy

by Julie Olivia

“But I’m underwhelming, so it’s fine. We balance out.” I’ve never had someone be so blunt yet so unintentionally kind at the same time. But that’s the kind of woman Michelle is. “You’re not underwhelming,” I say, smiling.

Somewhere in the last month, we’ve become inseparable, and I don’t know when it started. It’s like how, one day, the leaves are bright and green, and then, suddenly, they’re flittering to the ground in dull browns and oranges.

But in the center of the lobby is the only woman who could make a rainy day seem not half bad. Maybe it’s because she’s a bigger storm cloud, and I like that about her.