Meeting Miranda Again

The eight months I spent with Miranda were simultaneously the best, and worst eight months of my life.

Every day was a new adventure, every day I once again met her for the first time.

But eventually the constant partying, the constant fighting and making up and fighting again, I just couldn’t deal with it any more. So at the end of those eight months I left her asleep on a couch, never saying goodbye.

Until today, I had always wondered what I’d say to her if we ever met again.

I didn’t expect it to be her Miranda Rights…