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Last night, my family and I went out to dinner. I stared at the menu, even though I already knew what it was that I wanted. Pulled pork sandwich. Of course. Nothing out of the ordinary here. I wanted to skim the menu in order to get some sort of approval from my parents. Strange the ways we go looking for approval from our parents.
Chocolate? Really? That's the word you're going to give me on Valentine's Day? That's okay, though. It gives me an excuse to write about my "Valentine". He brought me over an infamous heart-shaped box of chocolates. My first Valentine in years. Maybe ever.
Oh, I also found a bar of unopened Snickers on the bus ride home. Score.
You know, with all the money I pay (err, my father pays) for this apartment, you would think our damn heat would work. I mean, it's only sub-zero outside. It would be nice not to sleep under four comforters and three blankets, not too mention all of the wool socks strewn about. It's getting a little ridiculous.
Fact vs Fiction. When I was growing up, there was a TV show by that name. It scared the living hell out of me, but I remember my Dad loving it. We would always watch it whenever it came on, and I would undoubtedly have plenty of nightmares after watching. However, it was our twisted little way of bonding, and I remember that more than any of the episodes.
Optimism. A guilty pleasure. Something that is often too good to be true. Optimistic to a fault. A hopeful romantic. I'm that bright ray of sunshine when you walk into a dark room, or at least I pretend to be. Looking at the glass always half full, even when it is completely empty.
I was wrong to think that I wanted really anything to do with him. I had this grand idea about staying in the city after graduation and working on our relationship. We hadn't even held hands at that point. I was wrong to assume. He needed me a lot more than I needed him. I'm thinking another city.
I constantly have dreams about my teeth. I have an irrational fear of them falling out. I hate going to the dentist. I hate the little spots that signify the beginnings of a cavity. Brush and floss, 2x a day, everyday. Inevitable cavity. Pain. Pain. Pain.
I will admit that things are slightly different than I wanted them to be. I wanted to be single. Well, that’s a lie. I never wanted to be single. I just wanted to be happy, and I wanted others to be happy to. I guess everyone is happy, but that's because they don't know what is really going on.