Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

There was a girl with a curl and she was fine. I called her cupcake.

I fancied myself in love...

We went along that way for a long while until that fateful day she blurted, abruptly, “What’s the point? In the big scheme of things, love means nothing.”

Cupcake was deep;

There was much logic in her statement, so I packed my duffel bag and left our love nest, making my way down the misty road, never looking back.

And now, loveless in a puddle of pain, I reflect... and have come to the realization that in the largest of contexts, the love I felt for her meant everything to me, and that I was a bleeping fool for listening to the bitch!

There was a girl with a curl and she was fine. I called her cupcake.