They call him the digsby

“I’ll never be too much will I? Too much for you to handle?” “I’ll never get to be too much for you to handle.” She smiled, her head nestling into his chest. \*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\* We’ve been together for five years. When I met her she was with some guy, it’s cool though, he’s a good guy. It just didn’t work out for them and he’s an understanding fella. Truth is we clicked fast, we bonded hard, and we fell deep. She’s my best friend, she’s my girlfriend, she’s my soulmate. So, she’s like, five years younger than me, and pretty easy going. All things considered. She’s got a lot of baggage, but I love her for it. And I want to take care of her. Truth is, everyone wants to take care of her. There’s a line of people waiting for her, waiting to be in the space I’m in now. I fell into that line once, and one day I just decided, fuck the line. I’ll be waiting for her until she’s ready. I’ll do anything for her. Her favourite colour is green. She calls it forest, but it’s really green. She speaks with an accent, British, I think? Truth is, I’m not sure. It’s just the way she sounds. She’s got dark hair, except when she dyes it blonde. And she’s always changing her hair, which I guess is why I just know her eyes. They’ve stayed the same through everything, same shade of blue that fell into the ocean. They’re the only thing about her that never changes. Truth is, they’re the only thing I need. I’d die for her. But I do get jealous. Especially at first. I mean, when I first met her, I was introduced by her other half. They were still together. The guy just said, “this is…” and “I’m…” and we hung out for a while. Truth is, her boyfriend just disappeared at one point, and we were just suddenly together. It was her and me. The lights went out and the music started. And it just clicked. I never knew her other boyfriends name, but I figured it out. Truth is, I’m a jealous man. And even though they were done, even though he had left her, I felt like he was still in the way. Between us. So I looked him up, online, and I found him, and I called him. He was a bit confused at first, then I told him I was the new boyfriend, and he wasn’t confused anymore. He knew exactly who I was talking about. We talked for a while. He told me a lot. But the only thing I really heard was her name. Truth is, I never really heard it before. Truth is, I never heard anyone else say her name. Truth is, I never heard anyone else say “Maddie”. Truth is, I don’t want to. “Yeah, Maddie’s great.” “Maddie’s perfect.” “Maddie’s the best.” “Maddie’s so nice.” “Maddie’s so smart.” “Maddies so funny.” “Maddie’s so beautiful.” I never really heard anyone say her name before, and it sent a shiver down my spine. Truth is, it pissed me off. “Yeah, she’s all that and more.” “Yeah.” “So how did you guys break up? You just said you were done?” “Yeah, we were done before we even started.” “What do you mean?” “I mean, she was just too much for me. Too much digsby.” “What’s that?” “I don’t really know. It’s just something she says, sometimes. It just means, too much, you know?” I get it. Truth is, I get it. Too much. Too much baggage, too much heartbreak, too much stress, too much pain. All for her. Too much Digsby. “Nope.” “What?” “Nope.” \*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\*~\*\* We haven’t had any problems before. Truth is, she’s too good for me. Truth is, she’s the best thing that ever happened to me. But other than that, I haven’t caught her in a lie before, and this was the first. She was in the shower, and I was in the other room, but I heard her say it. Loud and clear. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll never leave you.” “Well, won’t that be fun.” “Why are you say-“ “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll never leave you.” “Well, won’t that be fun.” It was just a snippet, like a preview. Truth is, I didn’t want to listen. I wasn’t supposed to hear it. It wasn’t for me. I knew that. And I also knew that she wasn’t talking to me. And if she wasn’t talking to me, she must have been talking to someone else. And if that was the case, I figured I’d better listen. I crept over to the door and I listened. Truth is, she was talking to someone else. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll never leave you.” “Well, won’t that be fun.” “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll never leave you.” “Well, won’t that be fun.” “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll never leave you.” “Well, won’t that be fun.” Truth is, they were a bit boring, but I figured I’d keep listening. Truth is, I started to get happy. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll never leave you.” “Well, won’t that be fun.” “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll never leave you.” “Well, won’t that be fun.” “I’m not going to jail.” “I know, you’re not going anywhere.” “Right, so I’m not going to jail.” “Well, won’t that be fun.” “I’m not going to jail.” “I know, you’re not going anywhere.” “Right, so I’m not going to jail.” “Well, won’t that be fun.” Truth is, it sounds weird written down, but they were just playing with words. Truth is, it wasn’t weird. It seemed normal enough. All things considered. Truth is, it was a bit funny. And it was cute. Truth is, it was adorable. Truth is, it was sweet. Truth is, that was the first time I heard her say “I do”. Truth is, I wasn’t expecting it. “I do, forever.” “Well, won’t that be fun.” Truth is, I didn’t recognize the voice. Truth is, I’d never heard it before. Truth is, I don’t recognize a lot of voices. Truth is, I’m just not good with voices. But I knew it wasn’t me. Truth is, I’m just not allowed to marry her. My heart stopped. Truth is, it broke. But I figured I’d keep listening. Truth is, I wasn’t in shock or anything, it’s just that my heart literally stopped. Truth is, I didn’t feel any pain. Truth is, it was dead. “I do, forever.” “Well, won’t that be fun.” “I do, forever.” “Well, won’t that be fun.” “I do, forever.” “Well, won’t that be fun.” Truth is, this went on for a while. Truth is, I never really heard them talk about anything else. Truth is, they just kept saying the same thing. Truth is, they were a bit boring, but I figured I’d keep listening anyways. Truth is, I just wanted to figure out who it was. And I knew that if I listened long enough, I’d figure it out. Truth is, I figured it out quick enough. “I do, forever.” “Well, won’t that be fun.” “I do, forever.” “Well, won’t that be fun.” “I do, forever.” “Well, won’t that be fun.” “I do, forever.” “Well, won’t that be fun.” “I do, forever.” “Well, won’t that be fun.” “I do, forever.” “Well, won’t that be fun.” “I do, forever.” “Well, won’t that be fun.” “I do, forever.” “Well, won’t that be-“ “Oh, I won’t be there.” “Then you aren’t digsby.” Truth is, that was the first thing I’d heard in a while that wasn’t “I do”. Truth is, I perked up at the sound of his voice changing. “Then you aren’t digsby.” “Right, you’re right.” “Then you aren’t digsby.” “Right you’re right.” “Then you’re free.” “Right, you’re right.” Truth is, I finally heard digsby’s voice. Truth is, it was just like hers, the accent, the slow modulated speech, the same rhythm. Truth is, it was a bit weird. Truth is, I just wasn’t ready for it. Truth is, I wasn’t expecting it. Truth is, it just wasn’t what I expected. Truth is,

They call him the digsby

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