and she said...

and then the girl said..."sometimes i think you don't take it to seriously..." "take what seriously?" i said..."us???" "yeah, us". at the time i said something like..."oh, um, no i totally don't take this lightly, i mean, i take this seriously". poetic? i think not. maybe i could have done a better job explaining myself but i was put on the spot and nervous and what came out wasn't what i felt.
i wanted to say a lot more but i didn't. i wanted to ask if she sees the way i look at her. or if she sees how i smile when she's around. maybe i could have told her how when she's close to me my heart races and i want her to hug me and kiss me on the forehead...but i didn't. i just stuttered my way through that conversation.
if i could count all the nice things she's done that make me realize how special she is, i'd have a list 10 pages long...but for now i'll name only a few...
1) she bought me ginseng and i complained that it smelled like dirt (which it does). she made me tea this morning with the ginseng in it, in addition to extra lemon and sugar so that i wouldn't taste the ickiness.
2) i have pink yu-gi-oh socks that i'm not ashamed to wear...
3) if i have a bad day she listens to me whine and doesn't try to make her day seem worse. no matter how bad the day is, after i see her it always seems so much better.
4) there's always a pitcher of kool-aid around
5) she appreciates the ghetto booty...she embraces it :)
and the list goes on...
:)