Dumb and Fearless

I had never been good with changes; in fact, I had never been exceptional at pretty much anything except for fucking things up and, as others would probably tell you, running away. Those I did a little too well for anyone's liking. But when it came to things that mattered, I was out of my league.

Things had finally been going right for me. I had a new job, I was back in school, and I was dating a guy that I was completely, totally, undeniably, head-over-heels, every sort of cliche you can think of in love with. I had finally started to get my shit together, or so I thought.

But the thing about changes is that they sneak up on you when you least expect them. And this particular change was one that I could not run away from, and I would fight like hell to make sure I didn't fuck this one up. This wasn't just about me anymore.

I was in too deep, and the only thing I could do was hope that he was jumping in after me so we could fight our way back to the surface together.