Surprise!
As a kid, I used to walk my paper route dreaming that my boyfriend would drive up in his car, just to surprise me. He never did.
I used to dream of getting flowers sent to me at school. The only time it ever happened, it was from this strange, awkward guy who I ended up giving away to my friend. It was both thrilling and bittersweet.
I've always wanted a surprise birthday party. I've never gotten one.
I try not to think about what I wish would happen, because my superstitious mind has decided that if I want it, it won't happen.
But with el ministro, I've started to wish again. And he often comes through. Not always; that's impossible, but enough.
I wished he would start calling me and singing to me again, and he did.
I got a call in assembly the other day, and thought "Oh, I hope he's sending me a song" and he was.
The other night, I was having a terrible night. I'm afraid I was kind of a bitch to him, and I was just ready to lash out at the world. He was patient with me all night. Then he said he had a surprise for me, and asked if I still listened to my messages at home.
I got back to San Jose excited to check my messages, to see what he had done for me. And as I drove up to my house, I saw someone on the porch. It was him! I stopped my car and jumped out and just hugged and hugged him. It was like something from one of my fantasies, the ones that I keep so so close; I didn't ask him to come, he just knew I needed him, and there he was. And that night I slept in his arms.
I used to dream of getting flowers sent to me at school. The only time it ever happened, it was from this strange, awkward guy who I ended up giving away to my friend. It was both thrilling and bittersweet.
I've always wanted a surprise birthday party. I've never gotten one.
I try not to think about what I wish would happen, because my superstitious mind has decided that if I want it, it won't happen.
But with el ministro, I've started to wish again. And he often comes through. Not always; that's impossible, but enough.
I wished he would start calling me and singing to me again, and he did.
I got a call in assembly the other day, and thought "Oh, I hope he's sending me a song" and he was.
The other night, I was having a terrible night. I'm afraid I was kind of a bitch to him, and I was just ready to lash out at the world. He was patient with me all night. Then he said he had a surprise for me, and asked if I still listened to my messages at home.
I got back to San Jose excited to check my messages, to see what he had done for me. And as I drove up to my house, I saw someone on the porch. It was him! I stopped my car and jumped out and just hugged and hugged him. It was like something from one of my fantasies, the ones that I keep so so close; I didn't ask him to come, he just knew I needed him, and there he was. And that night I slept in his arms.