There are things, the most important in the world at this very moment, that I will never tell you. Things that you simply are not meant to hear for a multitude of reasons and, 'lest I risk the chance of them slipping out on Awkward Moments Day, I'll set them free here instead so that they might find a place more suited than here.
If you can suggest I watch a chick flick - one with a
soundtrack I love and named after one of my favourite albums,
admittedly, but a damned romantic comedy at that - then it's fair game
for me to quote from one: to me, you're perfect. Today, you walked by
with the most immaculately sculpted eyebrows. And other days, you fret
about the tiniest details like your impression on your colleagues
despite treating them with more respect than they deserve, about where
your flawless complexion may be next week or needlessly about your
figure. You worry about how effortlessly (or effort-ful?) you look
good in everything, and what affordable knock-off retro-chic outfit
might go with your classic Coach handbag, waxing philosophic about
fashion while obliviously clad in a surgical gown and hair net in the
middle of a crowded room. With this amount of detail that goes into
your choreographing your life, I'm sure he's perfect as well. A
perfect match. He must be very dashing. And discerning. And very lucky.
It happened entirely by accident, but there are accidents that happen only because of your attempts to avoid them, like the inevitable fates of your horror-film protagonists desperately trying to avoid their demise. There was a moment weeks ago (two weeks and three days, but who's counting?) when I started waking up every morning at precisely 4 a.m. and in the haziness of a dark room lit still merely by the odd glow of far-away street lamps, I'd struggle for several tangible moments with whether it was a day I might see you. Satisfied with knowing the answer, I'd quickly drift back off into slumber. Yet, it was only after several of these interrupted nights that I realized that nearly three hours later, I would wake up in a mood entirely dependent on what the answer was, needing to force myself to roll out of bed if you were at your other office or simply hiding beneath the covers on the weekend, unwilling to face the day. It was then that I realized, or stubbornly accepted, the fact that I've unapologetically and unequivocally fallen for you. It was a stupid thing to do, and I can recount all the reasons both of us said things like this shouldn't happen, and twice as many reasons how and why it happened so suddenly. But now I'm thinking too much, when my options are crystal clear.
I'll simply keep my fool mouth shut, and let Awkward Moments Day lie.
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"The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you."
It happened entirely by accident, but there are accidents that happen only because of your attempts to avoid them, like the inevitable fates of your horror-film protagonists desperately trying to avoid their demise. There was a moment weeks ago (two weeks and three days, but who's counting?) when I started waking up every morning at precisely 4 a.m. and in the haziness of a dark room lit still merely by the odd glow of far-away street lamps, I'd struggle for several tangible moments with whether it was a day I might see you. Satisfied with knowing the answer, I'd quickly drift back off into slumber. Yet, it was only after several of these interrupted nights that I realized that nearly three hours later, I would wake up in a mood entirely dependent on what the answer was, needing to force myself to roll out of bed if you were at your other office or simply hiding beneath the covers on the weekend, unwilling to face the day. It was then that I realized, or stubbornly accepted, the fact that I've unapologetically and unequivocally fallen for you. It was a stupid thing to do, and I can recount all the reasons both of us said things like this shouldn't happen, and twice as many reasons how and why it happened so suddenly. But now I'm thinking too much, when my options are crystal clear.
I'll simply keep my fool mouth shut, and let Awkward Moments Day lie.
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"The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you."
