She was my self proclaimed number one fan, a sweet old lady that found me one day in the grocery store.
"I knew you were special the day I saw you." She said.
We talked sincerely, she kissed me tenderly and we hugged. Like we had found each other after lifetimes.
Months later she came to me again.
"You know, I have to tell you something. You should be happy you aren't with that man anymore."
"Why do you say that?" I ask.
"Because, he's not a good man. You deserve better than that. He's an egotistical butthole. I saw him at that movie preview..."
"He's not all that bad, he's actually got many good qualities."
"I don't think so. He thinks he's all that, like the cat's meow. Would you buy a house from him? I wouldn't."
"He's got to make a living. People have to buy houses. And he's good at it."
"Well, you're too good for him. You've got so much more to offer. You'll find someone better. Just forget about him."
"It's hard, I still think about him all the time... but thanks for telling me all this, you're right about him. We weren't right for each other."
She hugged and kissed me, leaving me again.
A fairy godmother sent in disguise.
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