...And I Kicked Off The Moss
It's a little bit funny.
This feeling inside.
Strange lyrics, at least to me. I've never been one who understood the concept of love, in a romantic sense. Family love, for sure. Lust? Oh boy yea, got that covered in spades. Teenage fangirly obsessive love? Check and double check. *Hugs her fandoms*
This past month I think I learned to love. In the purest, most innocent form of the word.
It started in a typically cliche way. Girl meets Boy. Girl thinks Boy is cute. Boy thinks Girl is pretty and has a cute laugh/smile....Now, normally this is where my past encounters have always led to semi-unhealthy relationships, extreme jealousy on either end, or eventually meaningless drunken hookups.
This Boy was...different.
For 6 weeks, we simply talked about each other and ourselves, and went on some of the most charming and simplistic dates I've ever been on. (And yet some of the most romantic.) The most physical we ever got was Boy occasionally tapping me on the shoulder, or nudging my knee with his when they sat next to each other. We'd cruise down freeways singing along to the radio, play with brightly colored plastic bouncy balls in WalMart (my first experience there thanks for him lol) and exchange stories about our family, education, and favorite everything.
He had the kind of old world manners you never see anymore. Extremely polite, never swore, "Yes, Sir" and "No, Ma'am", opening doors and pulling chairs, making one special girl feel just like a princess. Talked about his family and his dog with an openness and love that reminded me of books I used to read set in untamed forests where a boy and his dog roamed over sprawling ferns. And a pair of baby blues a girl could easily get lost in.
Today, he left for Hawaii. Relocated because of his job for the next 2-3 years.
Yes, we knew that this was coming. Maybe that's why we kept things so sweet and innocent. Because we knew that our time together had an expiration date.
Will I ever see or hear from him again? Maybe, maybe not. Maybe it's not going to be healthy for me emotionally to get my hopes up. But I will always, ALWAYS be thankful for those few weeks we had together, because I now feel worthy of being treated as something valuable, something special. Just thinking about it brings a smile to my face. Whether he knows it or not, he's set a new standard of how I believe I should be treated. And I've glad for that.
Yours are the sweetest eyes
I've ever seen.