the boy, the girl.

he was 6'2 with a precarious smirk and a devilish air about him. he was hard about life, not one to believe in immature and childish eutopian philosophies about life. he wore black on his sleeves and in his heart. he walked down the magnificent mile in chicago muttering to himself about the uselessness of politics and the obnoxious population of homeless persons. "this city is full of useless trash." he proclaimed. he'd had a permanent cloud of darkness looming over him for years. he wasn't sure why. he just felt so angry and helpless. maybe it was the godlessness. maybe it was the betrayal of chicago politicians. or politicians in general. maybe it was his own loneliness. he couldn't place it. but on this particular day, he felt called to walk the "mag-mile".

then he sees her. the girl with the green hair. her tattered and torn leggings. her bright yellow plastic mini-skirt. her black sequin top. her silver 5inch knee high boots. she looked like an alien, "completely out of this world."

she bumped into him, asked him for a light, wrapped her arm up and shot a hit of heroin, right there, on the mag mile at 2pm on a monday. "who the fuck is this girl" he asks himself.

that's how they met.
the boy in black and the girl with the green hair.
that's where their story begins.

you could guess it, the twist of plot -- they fell in love.

fast forward,
the boy in black and the girl with the green hair, they're at dinner. celebrating their 3 year anniversary.

he's about to propose. his heart couldn't be more full. this is THE girl. he finally found her.
and then, her phone rings.

"hi craig, can i call you back?
i'm in the middle of a breakup dinner."