It’s funny I don’t like jellybeans. And neither did she. The name came and it set and it stayed for as long as she did.

Now nobody calls her my sweet jellybean; and I call no one now my sweet jellybean.

And that’s alright. I’ve had some time to get used to that.

Remember in When Harry Met Sally, Sally is Ok that she broke up with her boyfriend? It’s not until she finds out that her ex is with another woman and planning on getting married that it bothers her. And then she sleeps with Billy Crystal. Yikes.

Here’s my Harry Met Sally moment, my sweet jellybean isn’t anymore, not mine; and I understand she’s very serious about a fellow.

And it’s Ok that it didn’t work. It wasn’t me. It wasn’t her. It was us. And of course it isn’t us. And that’s Ok. It will be my turn some day. When I’m ready.

That must be, yes, that must be enough of my jars.

SS