This...is...sad... I want someone who maybe doesn’t love me the first time they meet me. I wouldn’t love me the first time I met me. Someone who still doesn’t necessarily feel anything the second or third time we meet, but who loves me when they love me. Maybe when they’ve memorized my order at coffee shops. Or when they’ve memorized exactly how long I can last on the elliptical, and exactly how many calories I burn each time. When they can recite verbatim and fully appreciate the stories I tell, the dramatic pauses I take, the faces I make, the truths I stretch each time I tell them... Someone who will never ask me the question “Where were you?” Someone who knows that I think these three words consecutively should be removed from the English language, and who already knew where I was to begin with. A simple, “Missed you last night,” will do. Because they will have actually missed me..... Someone who reads this and falls in love with every seemingly insignificant aspect and who doesn’t see them as shortcomings, or flaws – both of which I have plenty of that will emerge in due time – but who instead sees them as potential learning experiences. Someone who may finally start to sympathize with Summer, instead of Tom always appearing the victim. Someone who will watch the Grammys with me, even if only until Taylor Swift’s head-banging performance before he can’t take anymore. And when they can’t, we’ll turn on Squawk Box, or ESPN, and I will only exhale forcefully a single time. Then, despite how bloated they say it makes them, they’ll crack open a Mike’s Hard, I’ll crack open a beer, and we may even take a sip before handing over our respective drinks...
Posted on: Thu, 13 Mar 2014 13:45:45 +0000
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