I'm Sorta Throwing Myself at Angry Birds

I used to have this pretty regular thing with some upset fowls. Of course I mean the Angry Birds.

We met during my friend Josh’s birthday party. The finished basement was the perfect nest for our budding love. A few weeks later that we were seeing each other daily, sometimes twice in the same hour.

Angry Birds had this power over me. No matter how frustrated I might be trying to do what seemed like the simplest of tasks, I would smile and commit till the work was done. The sweet reward of a new adventure, or character rooted me deeper into this relationship.

There were some hard times. It seemed the further along we went together, the more difficult it seemed.

The seasons reminded me of the power of these new seasons games laid out before me. New challenges, views, and why I felt so in love in the first place.

Then what seemed like a moment passed, and we were in Rio. I loved Rio. We were having a great time. Doing what seemed like mission work. Setting free those who could not free themselves, and punishing silly monkeys -- I was excited to be together again.

I felt we were back on target -- all the fickle things in our relationship had been knocked down and out of the way. We playing on the beach, going to parades, and we were together that’s all mattered.

Something happened though; maybe we came to a great arch in our relationship. But I haven’t seen Angry Birds in months seems like. I hear other people talk about how they met, or just recently became friends. There is a chance there might be a movie about it…well, here it is.

Some might think of me as a green lil’ Piggy, so selfishly thinking that I was left behind. I’ll admit I’m looking for just a quick update that might bring that new feeling of play back to me.

Angry Birds if you can hear me; you’ll understand when I say- kwwKwwwwan-KAH!

Yours,
Hailey