I knew it before I wanted to. When I stood there on the sidewalk wrapped in a blanket and watched you drive off in your truck, I turned around. My heart was beating fast. I know how my heart works only too well. I know how easily I can fall. So I watched you drive north and turned around forcing myself to digest positive experiences in a proper manner: Today was wonderful. Thank you for today. Tomorrow you might not text me. You might not talk to me. You might not want me. But that’s okay, because today was wonderful.
The problem with falling for a guy is falling for tomorrow. The second one starts to wait for a text in the morning, wonder when one will see the other next, or hope that one will kiss you just the way one did the night before...one is in trouble... Or so a critic of love would say.
Tonight is almost gone. I want to remember that today was wonderful.
I want to remember the second I shook your hand to the moment you took my hand and led me upstairs to the moment you kissed me goodnight.
When I met you, you were a mystery. I kept on thinking to myself, Are you what I think you are?
And when you talked about troubles and rubbed your eyebrows with your pointer finger and thumb, I only wished I could use some pixie dust and make all of your worries something of the past. I sometimes caught you staring off in the distance, thinking of your never ending to do list, and when you saw me catch you, you would look up and smile. You would smile to show me you were okay.
But I don’t want you to be okay.
I want you to be happy.
I want today to be wonderful. I want you to be happy today.
...And I want you to be happy tomorrow.
Maybe you’ll always be just a little out of reach.
Just remember that today was wonderful.