"Ofcourse I am. I have felt that tingly feeling in my heart several times before", I said in response to object's analysis of my incapability of ever falling in love or expressing my emotions. She nodded with a smile and I got out of the car. I had to replay the whole conversation in my mind before going to bed which made me think back and remember all the times I felt butterflies for someone.
Surely, object was wrong it all started in the elementary school where I remember standing up to this bully who was trying to take her lunch money.
I remember the time in middle school when I sold all my cds to my friend to buy that necklace for her, hell I even remember imitating this lover from some cheesy Indian movie and wrote a letter with my blood when she decided to never see me again.
What about that time when I would stay up and talk to her all night long and sometimes she would fall asleep but I would stay on the phone just to hear her breathe.
I remember the bet with my friends to jump off the balcony if I truly loved her which I fearlessly did and ended up in the hospital. All the pain was worth when she brought me flowers and kissed my forehead.
I remember the letters, the greeting cards, that box full of her little gifts. I remember the day dreaming, those subtle eye contacts and those fights over small things that ended up with a trail of I love yous.
Wait a minute. That wasn't me was it? It was those damn ornaments. I guess object is right once again.
2 comments:
i really LOVE this blog...and i love how you've incorporated all your ornaments' love stories as if your own. It's beautiful work, good job.
and you ARE capable of love, you've proved that over and over again to many ornaments in your life, including this one. The Object just aint the one for ya baby, neither does she realize your worth.
maybe it's time for The Object ornament to really fall...
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very nicely done. hey your'e getting good at this.
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