Anything for you. Until my castles Blue.
4/2/08
I went up to Tampa secretly and put flowers, a card, and an inside-joke sand vile on her car (on her lat day at work). I set up a fun little secret easter egg hunt for her to discover on Easter, but when her mom was tired and wanted her to hang with her, I insisted that she watch a movie with her mom, even though I wanted to see her, so she could spend time with her family. I offered to drive her to the airport in Tampa from my house in the morning so she could go to New York, and I offered to pick her up and take her back after the trip. I helped her drop off her old car and get her new car, and drove around with her all day in it. It was great. And for that new car, I made her a mix cd with songs that made her cry. Because, I think, she knew I meant them. And I took care of Charles for a week.
How is she not my baby?
Yes, I have my days where I get so frustrated with her. She can really annoy me sometimes. Like, why does she tell me she loves me and wants to cuddle one day, and then the next day say she just wants to be friends? Cna't she just make up her mind? Then she says to me how much Tampa sucks and that she has no one to do the things I do for her there. And so I say I'm willing to be that guy, and help her, because I think she is a special girl. But no. It's never good enough. I'm not perfect, but I try to the best I can for her. She just gets under my skin sometimes. I mean, if no one else is there for her, and I am, and I continue to be, shouldn't I deserve her back? I do so much for her, stuff people only do if they care, and yet it seems to not matter. I can't figure out why. Yeah, I'm a jerk sometimes. And when I am, I'm a fucking asshole. It's my Irish/Scottish temper. I'm like Marsh the Tank but in a bad way. I'm like Judge Dredd with alcohol and I'll do or say anything when I'm mad. But if you can't handle me at my worst, why should she get me when I'm amazing? When I do all that stuff in the first paragraph... in the last 3 weeks.
All I wanna do is make her happy. And be happy with her.
I went up to Tampa secretly and put flowers, a card, and an inside-joke sand vile on her car (on her lat day at work). I set up a fun little secret easter egg hunt for her to discover on Easter, but when her mom was tired and wanted her to hang with her, I insisted that she watch a movie with her mom, even though I wanted to see her, so she could spend time with her family. I offered to drive her to the airport in Tampa from my house in the morning so she could go to New York, and I offered to pick her up and take her back after the trip. I helped her drop off her old car and get her new car, and drove around with her all day in it. It was great. And for that new car, I made her a mix cd with songs that made her cry. Because, I think, she knew I meant them. And I took care of Charles for a week.
How is she not my baby?
Yes, I have my days where I get so frustrated with her. She can really annoy me sometimes. Like, why does she tell me she loves me and wants to cuddle one day, and then the next day say she just wants to be friends? Cna't she just make up her mind? Then she says to me how much Tampa sucks and that she has no one to do the things I do for her there. And so I say I'm willing to be that guy, and help her, because I think she is a special girl. But no. It's never good enough. I'm not perfect, but I try to the best I can for her. She just gets under my skin sometimes. I mean, if no one else is there for her, and I am, and I continue to be, shouldn't I deserve her back? I do so much for her, stuff people only do if they care, and yet it seems to not matter. I can't figure out why. Yeah, I'm a jerk sometimes. And when I am, I'm a fucking asshole. It's my Irish/Scottish temper. I'm like Marsh the Tank but in a bad way. I'm like Judge Dredd with alcohol and I'll do or say anything when I'm mad. But if you can't handle me at my worst, why should she get me when I'm amazing? When I do all that stuff in the first paragraph... in the last 3 weeks.
All I wanna do is make her happy. And be happy with her.
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