6 months
Every time I watch The Village I wish more and more that I could live a simple and wholesome life. I am constantly bogged down with 3 different kinds of homework, sweaty laundry, dusty houses, and no time (or appetite) for vitamins. When I sleep I dream of disasters, the small kind, that are blamed on me. My throat is ripped apart, presumably from the oceans of Diet Coke that serve as some kind of save haven where if I'm drinking it, I can't possibly be stressed out. And my shoulders touch my ears from hunching, over sewing machines, over drafting tables, over a pillow hoping to get some rest. But lately I don't even look in the mirror on the way out the door, not because I'm late (I usually am) but because the one person I look up to most in this world (I'm on my tiptoes just to kiss him) sees more and better than that pane of glass and my tired eyeballs. I told him he's my hero, and I don't know if he believes me. It's not that he leaps tall buildings, because our legs hurt too much for that, but he tries. He has passion and drive for that thing that he loves, and is brave and self-confident because of what he is. And it's not just the career because outside of the talent he is good. He is the 100% genuine good person who we are jealous of because next to him our cynical sarcasm seems evil. And he loves me anyways. And he loves you too, because no matter who you are he sticks up for you, keeping in mind that all people are good, and try, and we don't know your story. He is my hero because he reminds me not to say unneccessary things, that it's almost over, that I'm doing a good job. When I want to quit, when I am just getting a break after 12 hours of solid work, when they keep asking me why it's wrong, where it is, why it's ugly, when I am sobbing uncontrolably because I'm failing at every thing I've ever tried; he holds me. He holds me and kisses me and has a voice of love and reason and doesn't care that I'm melting, my nose and eyes and mouth spewing misery all over his chest. He is sweet. And when he is exhausted and sick and grumpy I am more than happy to lay with him, and rub his back and pet the top of his beautiful head because. Just because. He tries so hard, and does so much, so well, and still takes care of me.
And when he looks at me all shiny eyed and handsome, and asks about forever?
Of course.
And when he looks at me all shiny eyed and handsome, and asks about forever?
Of course.