November 2010
4 posts
I need a specialist to observe us and then conclude if you are interested or not.
I’m the little girl with the bad front bangs and striped knee high socks from kindergarten who was your first friend. I’m the little girl who was your spelling partner in first grade. I’m the little girl who walked you to the office when you skinned your knee in second grade. I’m the girl who tied your shoes in third grade, because you still couldn’t. I’m the...
“you have freckles on your ears,” i said.
“i’m so glad i know that vital information now,” you replied.
“but you could have gone through your whole life not knowing. you can’t see your own ears.”
“i could have looked in a mirror. or taken a picture.”
“but would you have? would you even have wondered?”
“probably...
I stayed in high school and tried harder because you said you like smart girls.
I don’t have a crush on you anymore.
I’m halfway through a medical degree. It’s the best thing I’ve ever done with my life.
I, really, truly, sincerely thank you.
