So yesterday didn't go quit the way I had planned it. Thought I would mention the occasion and it blew up in my face. "what's it matter", he says. I looked at him and just nodded with a disappointed glare on my face.
Old or young you remember the small things. The first date, the first kiss, the first crush, the first prom, the first heartbreak, the first's. And you remember the little unnecessary wants that a person does for you throughout. Like a "just because" card that sings the most annoying tune or a sticky note on the bathroom window that simply reads "I love you" or even a surprise of flowers on the dresser in your room after a crappy day of work... Those small things aren't something that come with script...
Remember crushing on someone? How you gave and received a cell number and you wait all day to see if they'll say something to you but you can't call because it hasn't hit the 3 day mark yet? And on that third day it gave you something to look forward to all day, just waiting for them to notice and call...
That's how dating someone is to me. On the 9th of every month I celebrate. I may look like a fool, but I look forward to the next 30 days... I look forward to the next month telling that person how much I care about them and what they mean to me... But then maybe I shouldn't care because in the end it doesn't matter anyways and it won't for some. It won't matter. Ever.
That's disappointing.
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