The Way it Used to Be
I have this strong longing for the realtionship Frado and I had when we first met. The way she actually enjoyed me being around her and never really got mad at me for anything. Lately, she's been treating me somewhat worse than everyone else she knows (aside her parents). Even when I am trying to be optimistic and bright about things, she only seems to get mad at me.
Maybe I just miss when she'd visit and I'd be strangely happy (as in very happy) to see her, and it would actually be special to both of us. Sort of like the first couple of times we went dancing, the time we saw her school play, or when she brought me a carton full of soy sauce from the multicultural fair.
I honestly think one of the reasons we don't like to see each other as much anymore is because it's a daily routine now. I'm also considering that we should stop seeing each other so often, and only do so when we actually have plans for the day. But that'd probably make me sad.
I guess sometimes I don't even recognize how happy Frado makes me.
Maybe I just miss when she'd visit and I'd be strangely happy (as in very happy) to see her, and it would actually be special to both of us. Sort of like the first couple of times we went dancing, the time we saw her school play, or when she brought me a carton full of soy sauce from the multicultural fair.
I honestly think one of the reasons we don't like to see each other as much anymore is because it's a daily routine now. I'm also considering that we should stop seeing each other so often, and only do so when we actually have plans for the day. But that'd probably make me sad.
I guess sometimes I don't even recognize how happy Frado makes me.