“I think Tay Tay is getting a little too skinny,” I started.
“She won an award just a few days ago,” she said. “Did you see it?”
“No, I missed it, but yeah,” I continued. “I don’t like overly thin girls.”
“I know what you mean.”
“Why can’t all girls be perfect like you?” I smiled.
“I wouldn’t say that I’m ‘perfect’,” she laughed.
“Face it,” I smiled again. “You’re perfect.”
She was giggling rainbows and raspberry cheesecake gummy bears at that point.
“And Taylor Swift needs more bacon!” I exclaimed.
“Don’t we all…”
Oh how I miss my Enchanted, though she isn’t even mine. This one shift a week business is really starting to get to me. I need to learn to be more grateful.
But remember that sort of love letter I wrote to her on her birthday? I also included a music compilation disc that I made. I still wonder if she got my subliminal message from the arrangement of the tunes, yet apparently, she keeps it in her car and listens all the time. So when I had the opportunity, of course I took it, and little did I know I was in for another surprise.
“Enchanted?” I asked. “Do you still have that CD I made you after the accident?”
“Yeah… I do!”
“Really?” I asked with great curiosity. “I thought it would have been destroyed.”
“In fact, it was one of the first items I retrieved from the wreckage.”
Obviously, I was going to announce this “us” moment on Facebook, but little did I know I was in for yet another surprise. A sweet look on her face, she told of a security guard at work who asked for her number. I was rather tickled when she thought it kindly of him to chase after her. Who wouldn’t want to hold hands with this terribly lovely creature?
She then proceeded to tell another story of some jerk-face from months ago who got all angry because she wouldn’t let him buy her a drink. She said she was already happy with her boyfriend and didn’t want to be with someone else. And as I saw my fractured look in the reflection of her eyes, I felt my heart begin to sink. I quickly faked a smile so she wouldn’t further see.
Why do I always fall for the girls who can never love me in return?
I suppose it shouldn’t hurt so much since somewhere in my heart, I already knew I hadn’t much of a chance to begin with. I try to be a gentleman in my many attempts at being sincere and humble, but seemingly fail every time. Then again, if you really love a girl, you can’t get upset when your feelings are not reciprocated. You have to respect the loyalty of her romance and love her for her heart all the more.
Putting me to bed via the ceiling lift, I looked into her deep brown eyes and she looked into mine. Although I needed repair, my heart mended a little when I realized how happy she was and decided to get a few more brownie points.
“When you really care about someone,” I said. “You have to care about them no matter what.”
It made her smile huge, which was all that I wanted. This is about rising above who I am and learning to be more. I don’t want to be the guy who likes a girl who doesn’t like him back and treats her like garbage. I want to be a gentleman.
That evening, I was in so much pain, but Enchanted held hands with me. It was something to remember as she grasped my palm so tightly. While I’m tempted to reinvent the scenario, I don’t have the heart to take advantage of the girl who stole it, even when I long for her softness to graze against my lonely skin.
Nurse Hopeless was here the other evening and almost killed me once more, getting me to sleep at 3:30am still. Hopefully, this will be her final night following an e-mail message to the supervisor. She made me feel so hopeless that I was in tears.
“I’m right here with you, Ricky,” she whispered to me, the girl inside my heart.
“Where are you, my dearest love?”
“Everything is going to be okay,” I said to myself.