Flowers and Inaudible Appreciation
I had been talking to John on the phone for just a few minutes. My family had just got done watching The Boondock Saints, and John was about halfway through Amelie, which I had let him borrow.
"It's only a few more months until our one year anniversary," I said. I hadn't actually thought about the comment. It was actually more than five months, which wouldn't exactly count as a few to most people. I'm not sure why I had said it, either.
"What do you want me to get you?" he asked.
I smiled. "I want you to get me flowers," I told him. "My favorite kind."
We were both quiet for a moment. Then he spoke. "Well, are you going to tell me?"
"Tell you what?"
"What your favorite kind of flowers are?"
I thought for a minute.
"Are you?" he pressed.
"I'm trying to calculate the amount of time between now and February, because that's how much time you have to figure it out!" I nearly started laughing. I'm not quite sure why, but I thought this was humorous.
He sighed. "...Carnations?"
"No, you aren't allowed to do that," I said.
He sighed again.
I smiled gently. I silently thanked John for putting up with me. I wasn't sure if it was an easy or difficult thing to do, but I thanked him. Perhaps sometimes it's easy, and sometimes it's harder. That would make sense. That's the way it was with him...
...but most of the time it was easy.
We kept talking, and I forgot about the flowers. I wondered if he would. Then I realized that silent gratitude doesn't do anyone much good.
"It's only a few more months until our one year anniversary," I said. I hadn't actually thought about the comment. It was actually more than five months, which wouldn't exactly count as a few to most people. I'm not sure why I had said it, either.
"What do you want me to get you?" he asked.
I smiled. "I want you to get me flowers," I told him. "My favorite kind."
We were both quiet for a moment. Then he spoke. "Well, are you going to tell me?"
"Tell you what?"
"What your favorite kind of flowers are?"
I thought for a minute.
"Are you?" he pressed.
"I'm trying to calculate the amount of time between now and February, because that's how much time you have to figure it out!" I nearly started laughing. I'm not quite sure why, but I thought this was humorous.
He sighed. "...Carnations?"
"No, you aren't allowed to do that," I said.
He sighed again.
I smiled gently. I silently thanked John for putting up with me. I wasn't sure if it was an easy or difficult thing to do, but I thanked him. Perhaps sometimes it's easy, and sometimes it's harder. That would make sense. That's the way it was with him...
...but most of the time it was easy.
We kept talking, and I forgot about the flowers. I wondered if he would. Then I realized that silent gratitude doesn't do anyone much good.
posted by Diary of a Ghost at 5:22 PM
3 Comments:
He will remember the flowers...I know people. *Shifty eyes*
I just got done eating chinese, and I feel like I'm going to be sick...wonderful!
And, I know this is completely wrong, but I always imagine you with, like, long black hair, and really white skin, very slender, and....very slightly tall....
I'm completely wrong, aren't I?
Yeah, I probably am.
*Sighs* I am so stupid! *slaps head* *Kills Self*
Oh, and I don't care what you call me. Case, Suitcase, whatever, it's all goooood.
I love Tyler,
Don't Jive with The Suitcase.
^_^
So what are your favorite flowers?
Or does he read your blog? hahaha
Leaving more commentos. Do de di do.....
^_^
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