Allison was my four-leaf clover.
She was extraordinary in all the rights ways.
Girls like her were hard to come by.
She didn't like movie dates.
She didn't like dinner dates.
She didn't like adventure dates.
No coffee shop conversations.
No late night drinks.

That was Normal Couple stuff and that wasn't exciting enough.
Instead, We had Nerf gun wars at 2:30 in the morning.
We built blanket forts and drank cheap vodka.
We sat in the closet and read each other trashy horror novels.
We swam in the lake fully clothed.
Because that's what Extraordinary Couples did.
We ignored the world and made our own fun.
All while there were movies to go see.
Restaurants to eat at.
Coffee to drink.
Loud bars to sit at all night.
I had always loved her quirky ways, her refusal to give into Normal Couple behavior.

But things change

When we were shooting each other with foam darts, I wished we were at the cinema.
When we were lying entangled beneath blankets and tables, I wished we were eating at the new Thai place downtown.
I tended to miss the normal stuff.
I grew tired of being exciting. 

It ended with a four-leaf clover on our worn coffee table next to a note that read, “Four leaf clovers are beautiful and fascinating and rare. They belong with other four leaf clovers. I can't pretend to be something I'm not,”

I immersed myself in all the three leaf clovers I could want,
Each one more boring than the last, eventually all blurring together.
Each trip to the cinema was forgettable,
Each restaurant was wildly unspectacular,
Each cup of coffee in all the nicest coffee shops all tasted bitter and all the top shelf liquor in all the bars did little to enhance any of it.

I found myself missing the extraordinary things.
Missing the fun we had at 2:30 in the morning,
The trashy horror novels,
The cheap vodka under the tables and blankets.
My four-leaf clover.

Girls like Allison were hard to find.

And even harder to let go.