Ode to Boy
Sometimes, you don't always notice your appendages. They just always happen to be there and functioning. I write on this forum about things going on in my life, I don't write about my arm or my leg, even though these things come with me everywhere I go, and many times are that which make it able for me to participate in the things about which I write.
So it can become with relationships. My boy, Chris, is with me everyday, helping me through this mess of college life. We have our good times and we have bad times, but he is here, nonetheless. This is what my post is about today. About Chris. He has been painfully absent from this space, which is odd considering he is hardly ever absent from my day to day life and my thoughts.
I will not deny it, we started out rough. I wasn't honest about my feelings and I was trying too hard to make everyone happy at the same time. But we have made it through a lot of that, and even though we are not perfect, I think there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
We went to see Keller Williams this weekend, in Indianapolis. It was a lot of fun, especially when I mistaked the pot-smoking hippies next to us as the smoke machine. (There wasn't any smoke machine) I also had a lot of fun smuggling in a digital camera, which I helped get the boy for v-day, in my panty-hose. We got some decent pictures. We managed to get up front during intermission, so it was a good thing that it was Keller Williams and not some more up-beat band that invokes the audience to mosh. I am sure I would have been crushed.
On Saturday, I got my hair "relaxed" which basically means a three and a half hour chemical process to get my curls out. My hair is soooo awesome! (This was my v-day present from the boy)
This morning, the boy got up much earlier than he needed to be to help me look for a novel I had lost and needed to read for a class tomorrow. We didn't find it, but these are the type of things the boy does for the woman. (me)
:)
In closure, may I just say:
I loves da boy
So it can become with relationships. My boy, Chris, is with me everyday, helping me through this mess of college life. We have our good times and we have bad times, but he is here, nonetheless. This is what my post is about today. About Chris. He has been painfully absent from this space, which is odd considering he is hardly ever absent from my day to day life and my thoughts.
I will not deny it, we started out rough. I wasn't honest about my feelings and I was trying too hard to make everyone happy at the same time. But we have made it through a lot of that, and even though we are not perfect, I think there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
We went to see Keller Williams this weekend, in Indianapolis. It was a lot of fun, especially when I mistaked the pot-smoking hippies next to us as the smoke machine. (There wasn't any smoke machine) I also had a lot of fun smuggling in a digital camera, which I helped get the boy for v-day, in my panty-hose. We got some decent pictures. We managed to get up front during intermission, so it was a good thing that it was Keller Williams and not some more up-beat band that invokes the audience to mosh. I am sure I would have been crushed.
On Saturday, I got my hair "relaxed" which basically means a three and a half hour chemical process to get my curls out. My hair is soooo awesome! (This was my v-day present from the boy)
This morning, the boy got up much earlier than he needed to be to help me look for a novel I had lost and needed to read for a class tomorrow. We didn't find it, but these are the type of things the boy does for the woman. (me)
:)
In closure, may I just say:
I loves da boy
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