“Call me Olivia. You’ll hate me in the end.”
It seemed like an odd introduction but when you’ve lived a life filled with oddity you tend to just go with it. Olivia had materialized on my front lawn during a particularly boring Tuesday afternoon. Her lanky frame cast a lovely awkward shadow over the ant hill I was watching.
I think that was why I loved Olivia. She never once asked about my obsession with bugs or birds. She didn’t think it was odd that I found people to be generally a waste of space or that I was certain aliens walked among us.
And before she pushed me into the oozing pile of purple jello that would change my life she pressed her thin lips against mine.
“Remember that I said you’ll hate me in the end?” Still starry eyed at the mystic qualities of that first kiss I simply nodded, “Well, now it’s time.”