Keep a Record

On Jim’s birthday we all went bowling. He looked at me three times the entire evening. The first was when I asked him what he wanted to drink. The second when I scored a lot of points. The third when I was really loud and crazy. I felt silly afterwards, but the third time he smiled.

We went to the park on Sunday, a big group. He looked at me four times. The first was when I tripped trying to catch a Frisbee. The second and third when I was telling the story of how my grandma lost and found her car. The fourth when I was handing him a sandwich.

I keep a record in my head for when we are old and sitting by the fire together. I will talk about all the times he ignored me but I knew he secretly loved me. And we will be together for an eternity, and for another eternity, and another one on top of that.

Posted by: Paweł Kowaluk