Ain’t That the Way Love’s Supposed to Be?

Absurd equations and notes were scrawled with a shaky and uneven hand across every available surface including the ceiling. Jessie’s Girl by Rick Springfield played on continuous loop as Ben laughed aloud.

“It all makes sense,” Ben said either to himself, or to the imaginary people populating his mind, “When you put it all together it’s all so obvious.” Ben fell onto his bed with a contented sigh.

His roommate, Jeff, opened the door, “Hey, Ben we were—What have you been doing?”

Ben sat up and smiled, “She’ll be mine. It’s only a matter of time. I figured it out.”