Will you be my ONE (but not my ONLY?)
Okay, Medium, I’m begging you again. I gave you the saga of reaching 1,000 followers, and how it took years (yes, years) to get there. I got ink on my fingers because I draft everything on paper first. My aging fingers became curled, in a way which I fear may become permanent. My soul bled from its being bared so often. I did it. I got to 1,000 followers, and some of you shared my joy.
Will you help me again? I have been standing in the wilderness between 1.3k and 1.4 for months. For days, the numbers 1,391, 1,394, and 1,397 have been my static, slow, and teasing partners.
Partner Program, be damned. Responses, you raise my spirits but do not propel me toward Numerical Nirvana. Claps, you’re nice to look at, but you mean little. Once again, I check my profile first, filled with anxious anticipation, hoping that this will be the hour when I get one more digit after the decimal point. I ask not for much. I don’t dare to dream of 2,000, 3000, or more followers. I don’t have to be the most popular girl. I just want a few more suitors.
Like a spurned lover, I am reduced to begging. Will you be the one, but not the only, to bring me to breathless release? Let this be the day.
1,400
It was a very good year.
As always, thanks for reading. Please remember November.
