what the hell?
mornings are the best. not only it’s because I prefer to start my day shortly after dawn has passed, but also watching the boy get ready for school. the way how he refuses to shower before he sleeps the night before (gross), only so that he has the smell of tsubaki shampoo in his hair for his classmates to notice. the way how he optimistically tries to fit in his x-small tops, a size that he once was able to wear years before. the way how he complains how I had woke him up after coming home from bar-hopping, but still manages to say “itte kimasu” after a slight little “chu” on my lips.
as I had been laying in my bed naked this morning, watching our daily routines unfold, I couldn’t help but notice that these moments will soon be a part of our pasts. that I will have to get used to waking up without someone who keeps in check. who keeps me sane by balancing out my otherwise turbulent lifestyle. and for those who know how promiscuous of a person I can be, I would not trade any one-night stand for our three years (gross) that we had spent with each other, ever. how interesting it would have been to say that these past years were the foundation for our future!
and as reality slowly draws me back into its realm, I realize that seven weeks left remaining on Oahu is not that much time. I’ll probably move on as time passes by while I’m in San Fran, but the words of Amy grant’s song “I will remember you” will trigger a flooding sense of nostalgia that will probably leave me missing that kid.
my main point of this post? I…love him. there, I’ve said it. now don’t ask me to admit it again, jerks…
