My B-side

"...wading through all of your bad, bad days just to end them with someone you care about."

I’ve decided that if I ever “fall” in love, it will have to happen in a library. I imagine it to be something like this: I’ll sit at a walnut veneered desk in the back right corner of the religion section. I’ll reach into my backpack for a napkin as I simultaneously leave page thirty five for page thirty six of Love in the Time of Cholera. In my haste I’ll smear peanut butter across the words a-young-girl-in-love. I’ll half-smile and lay down the PB&J sandwich. Midway through my finger cleaning session I’ll realize that those ridiculous five words on page thirty six are still painted with my food remnants. I’ll panic and work quickly to hide the evidence. What type of hopeless romantic participates in gluttonous gorges as Florentino Ariza bears his soul via violin? I’ll look up from the task at hand only because his voice is warm and calm. “I never made it to the end…does he ever get the girl?” (First words I could easily remember for an eternity.) I’ll smile; a whole smile. He’ll ask to join my recluse section of the contemplation storehouse. With peanut butter fingers, down-at-heel hair and hot, red cheeks I’ll politely accept him and his worn copy of Ethan Frome. (And yes…he gets the girl.)Song of the day: #11

posted by Melissa at 04:54