You make pretty writing :) What do you major in?
AnonymousWhy thank you, Anon. While I haven’t kept up on it recently I’m grateful people still enjoy it. I actually majored in Pre-Med/Pre-vet and I only took a few courses in writing, though I wish now I had taken more.
Melted Cheese
Is it odd that I’m reminded of you by the smallest of things already? Take for example, when I go to shower when I wake up. I’ve mistakenly grabbed two towels for the both of us only to realize I’m alone. Or how on these now cold nights on my drive home with my windows down, I can smell distant fireplaces being used. I’m then brought back to us falling asleep in front of my fireplace as you tickle my back and I drift into sleep. Though, probably more than anything, you make your appearance the most when I get home at night. As I prepare myself an awesome meal, you know, one consisting of me melting cheese over something. Because that’s the extent of my cooking prowess. I remember the first time you had me help you cook, and how happy I was to do so. No matter how utterly horrible I am at doing so. So at night when I’m waiting for the microwave to melt cheese over stale chips, I want nothing more than to be with you preparing one of our ludicrous 3am snacks that toes the line of unhealthy. Because honeybunch, I want nothing more than to be with you.
When I wrote this song, it meant a lot to me and it meant a lot to my friends and I guess it was celebrating some things that when you’re young you celebrate and uh… I’m getting older now and I don’t know if I would celebrate these things as much as uh, I did I guess. I realize how particular a lot of these things are to being young. A lot of the time I don’t feel young anymore. It feels strange to play a song like this.
And you tend to pretend that you didn’t always see when I psychically said “You should choose me instead.”
