I write today not to express my opinions on mundane things. Not to inform you of how great I am. The latter is unnecessary since you all already know how amazing I am. No. Today I come to you with a tale of love, joy, loss, despair, and of how absences makes the heart grow fonder. Today, I shall tell you the story of my big bouncey ball, how I lost it, how I cried about it, and how the fates found it fit to bring us back together.

It all started two weeks ago. My good friend Eric and I went to see the amazing film, Grindhouse. After our minds were blown by this awesomeness, we decided to take the usual trip to Wal-Mart. First stop: toy section. We looked at action figures, toy guns, Transformers, and many other things. But as the two of us turned to leave, passing the G.I. Joes, I spotted something that I instantly fell in love with. It was a big, green- and white-swirled bouncey ball. The price? A mere $.88. I knew that it must be mine. I eagerly purchased this beautiful ball of rubber, took it out of its little net-like baggy, and began playing with it. I bounced it high. I bounced it low. I bounced it everywhere. The two of us had so much fun together. We were inseperable. We were the best of friends, we were the worst of friends. I told it my secrets, I told it my fears. I told it my dreams, I told it my nightmares. Together, we were happy. I kept the little one in my truck at all times. Sometimes it came in to my room and relaxed with me for a while. It was truely a great time. Love filled every second of every day.

Two days later. I searched and I searched. I searched high, I searched low. I searched everywhere. My green and white bouncey ball was nowhere to be found. I was distraught. I did not know what to do. I felt empty. Over the next few weeks I became jaded and miserable. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I didn't want to see anyone. I would come home and run to my room, crying, thinking about what we had. It was lost forever. The good times had passed, and I could never fill the hole left in my heart by my lost love.

Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes turned to hours. Hours turned to days. Days turned to weeks. Sadness turned to apathy. Apathy turned to rage. I was a man broken by loss. The thought of my lost love began to drive me mad.

Two weeks passed since the day I was seperated from my bouncey ball by the will of the Fates. I was at work like I was every night. I was taking out the trash in one of the buildings I cleaned. As I approached one of the last offices my mind began preparing to leave. I walk in the office, turn on the lights, and move towards the desk. As I leaned down to grab the trash can, something on the desk caught my eye. A beautiful green- and white-swirled rubber sphere. Could it be? Yes! It was! My big bouncey ball! It must have fallen out of my truck one night while I was at work! But this man found it and had been taking care of it ever since! I was so happy! I couldn't begin to express my joy! The empty hole left in my heart was now not only filled, but overflowing! Oh, what a joyous night! I promised myself and my beautiful bouncey ball that we would never part ways again. I would never let it out of my sight. I said that we would be together forever. And I meant every word of it.