You’re probably going to meet someone
who reminds you of me.
Someone with the same obnoxious laugh,
who enjoys long walks and looking at the sky too much,
and the one who picks at her cuticles when she gets nervous.
And when you meet her,
your eyes are going to lock but little do you know
she’s been staring at the back of her head for so long,
hoping that a pretty blue eyed boy like you would give her
the time of the day.
You’re going to give her that smile of yours,
the one that flashes all your teeth
and makes her wish she was sitting down instead of standing
in front of you because her knees are weak,
and she doesn’t want to trip before you even say a word.
You’re going to ask her for her name
and ask if you can take her out for a ride on your Chevy truck
to a creek where your father used to take you when you were young.
And she’s going to say yes because who can resist you?
Maybe her hair will be longer and probably curlier,
or maybe she’ll be able to rock that pixie cut
I always wish I could have done but I couldn’t
because my head was too big and my face was too round.
On that date you’re going to have so much to talk about
because you were always good with small talk and deep conversations.
You will both be so drawn to each other
that you’ll forget the sun was setting
until the sky turns dark.
Then it will only be you and her, and the stars,
just the way you want it.
And she’ll look into your eyes and hope that you’ll lean in
and you’re worried that she might think you’re going a little too fast;
that was always your problem,
you never believed that someone would want you
as much as you wanted them,
but I did and so will she.
So kiss her.
I am telling you to kiss her.
I want you to love her,
but only if she loves you back.
And maybe she’ll wear glasses like I do
and have a beauty mark above her lips.
Maybe she will wear sundresses and cowboy boots often
and all she’ll own in her closet are tons of dresses.
And maybe she’ll try them all on for you.
You’re going to fall in love with her the way
you once fell in love with me and that is okay,
do not worry.
It’s going to be okay
because I have loved you once and you have loved me,
and it was quite beautiful.
And I think someone else out there deserves the love that you have;
and if we ever find each other again one day,
then I hope you love me,
We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these loveable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.
If you’re feeling small today I dare you to sit up straighter, look someone who scares you directly in the eye, take up room at the dinner table, make yourself bigger, when ‘sorry’ laps at the back of your tongue, tries to pick up after you, remind yourself that your existence doesn’t demand an apology, that you are allowed to make mess and take up space, do not be afraid to expand. Every single goddamn minute. Expand, expand, expand
—Let it Go (Explicitly honest version)
In honor of finals, a raging blizzard, and needing to release some stress, here’s my short cover of Frozen’s “Let It Go”, with less “PG” lyrics, but probably a lot more true to its original message.
*Explicit, yet kinda honest language. beware*
Frozen and original song Let It Go owned by Disney. This parody is in no way endorsed or associated with Disney. Explicit lyrics.
"If you do not give the right attention to the one you love, it is a kind of killing.
When you are in the car together, if you are lost in your thoughts, assuming you already know everything about her, she will slowly die.”
— Thich Nhat Hanh