Would you Rather?

You would rather fight with me than have any happy last memories.

Old Age.

I'm not near being old. I'm only 20 and can't even drink legally, so no, I don't think I'm old. I do, however, miss the days of being young. The day I turned 16 and was legally able to drive. The day I got my braces off and felt prettier then ever. The days where I wore ribbons in my hair and worried about someone reading my journal that was stuffed in my locker. I miss those regular orthodontist visits. I miss having to text my parents my whereabouts every 15 minutes. I miss waking up and trying to fake sick because I really didn't want to go to school that day. Just some of the things that I wish I could revisit.

Recliner and To-Go orders

I'll start with this thought first, mostly because it's the most pointless and above all, it was a brilliant idea. I moved my recliner into my bedroom and now use it as a computer chair. Done. Best idea I've ever had. Yeah, I had to take it apart to fit through the door and I can't recline all the way..but my butt sure is comfy.

Second thought:

I was sitting at Chili's waiting for my to-go order and I had been sitting there for probably 5 minutes or so. They came over and offered me a free drink while I waited, but I refused because I wasn't going to be there for much longer. This man that had came in before me was sitting next to me and they asked him if he wanted a drink as well. He accepted. Now, I'm a snoop, so I looked down at his receipt and realized that he had a similar order to mine. I figured, he'll probably get his first. He had one order, I had one order, he had been sitting there longer than me...makes sense, right? Now start taking notes! Because I had refused their free drink, all of the Chili's personnel were worried that I wasn't comfortable. They seriously asked me 3 or 4 more times if I wanted a drink. They were sincerely worried that I was peeved. In reality...I just didn't want to hold a cold drink in my hands when it was 55 degrees outside. I ended up getting my food before the man did. Surprising, eh? I just found this interesting. They hustled to get me my food because I wasn't sitting there with a free-be in my hands, sucking it down. I didn't look like a comfortable customer.

Moral? You can get results a lot faster if you don't take the sugar-coated bull that comes before it.

Remember?

I remember the good times. The great times. That's all I see. I don't look at how it ended. I don't look at our fights. I don't think I ever will. I don't remember the rambles of irritation. I don't remember the annoyed texts. I just remember the ones that said, "I love you." "I miss you." "I want to be with you."

Remember those? I know you are reading this. So, hi.

I remember the mornings waking up, seeing you there, and just smiling. I remember snuggling up because close was never close enough. I remember hearing your strained voice as you were trying to wake up, the annoyance that lied in it. The constant, "Wake up! Wake up!" annoyed you to no end, but it was the "wake up" of christmas morning. It was the excitement that lie in the day ahead..with you.

I remember the evenings of cooking dinner. You'd ask me to step aside because you knew I would burn it. I'd sit on the counter, watching you with that towel draped over your left shoulder and wondering how I got so lucky. I'd ask you if you needed help, I would chop the onion...the wrong way...and you just smiled.

I remember the nights that I felt so loved, just because you held me in that way. We would be lying on the couch, a typical night, and watch a movie. "Am I squishing you?" You'd give me that look and respond, "You could and would never squish me.." and smile.

I can't remember the fighting. It's all drowned out by all the great that happened. I wish you could remember that too.