Now to make you all gag.
The whole Valentines SCHTICK is never anyone’s "thing"
when they're single. Those people who say, "yeah I don't really get into
Valentines." and then babble on about the shameless propaganda of
Hallmark, "you don't need a day to declare your love, that should be
everyday!" and crap are just bitter that they've never had an INCREDIBLE Valentine’s
Day and I know this, because I was one of those people.
I was bitter and pissed at the colors pink and red, until I met
'Baba'. The one who yes, I can't stop talking about-because I'm gloating
just.that.much. The one who I wear PDA with like it's a new pair of Marc Jacobs
shoes that I want everyone to know that I HAVE because they're so freaking
awesome. AND UNIQUE.
This year, I 'sorta' couldn't wait for Valentine’s Day. Because of
the one who I got to spend it with, is the kind that stays up all night to make
sure i'm safely tucked in to sleep, He's the kind that says so convincingly
that I look better without makeup that, I almost believe him. He's the kind
that to be the best friend I need when I come home from Uni.
He's the kind that notices the tone in my voice when something is
wrong, even if I don't say so. The kind that remembers the name of my favorite
restaurant, in some random state, on some random street, at some RANDOM time in
my life and makes mental note. He's the kind that knows how to talk-down my
"crazy" and makes me BREATHE a little bit better. He's the kind I was
certain was a figment of my delusional imagination?
He's the kind that surprises me with all the romantic cliché-y
things that make single people gag and coupled people SWOON.
He's the kind, that to me- is perfect.
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