For Your Consideration
Monday, February 22, 2010
I'll never forget the first time I saw you
Since then, I've always felt the need to see you smile.
I've always wanted to be near you,
be close enough to hear your voice,
even as awkwardly close to intentionally smell your hair when the wind blows
You probably don't know
that everytime we meet
is the highlight of my week.
I love it when you smile for nothing
I love it when I realize that I'm waiting for you to smile when there's something around worth smiling for
I love it when you forget where we're at, and as if we're the only ones in the room
I love it when you pout
I love it when you grin
I love it when you gently bite my shoulders when you hug me
I love it when we're caught up in the rain and you're looking straight right up, allowing the rain to drop on your face
I love it when you giggle while we're watching a horror movie
I love it when you use me as your pillow, your sofa and even as your bed
I love it when you wake up and say 'good morning' with a sweet smile on your face
I love it when we laugh uncontrollably
I love it when you remember little things about us
I love your spaghetti, your caldereta and your mashed potatoes
I love the way you look when you wake up
Did you know that the sunset turns your eyes into a beautiful afternoon brown?
It's been so long since the last time we've met
and you've probably forgotten how good we were.
I realized that I haven't thought about you lately
and now all these reminiscing made me miss you.
You're bossy
You're picky
You're needy
You have a lot of things going on
You're inconsistent
You're inconvenient
but that's the thing, there's just something about you that makes it all okay.
No, not just okay - it's something else..
I WANT to make you happy
I WANT to be hassled with your every want and every need
I WANT to cope up with your indecisiveness
I WANT to give up the convenience and serenity of being alone
I WANT to stay up late at night thinking and worrying about you
I WANT to be troubled
I WANT to be miserable
I miss you.
I want to be miserable, and the odds just simply won't let me be.
~me~ at 2:56 AM
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