this
is not some job or something you can tick off your to-do list..
it’s not some task you have to do and, in fact,
it’s a whole load better than getting your car polished or having your hair done.
it’s better than your fifth beer of the day and,
it’s ultimately more extraordinary than anything you might find underneath the rather thin veneer of social intercourse with less-than-par people.
if you gave me the choice, i’d choose every moment to be with her.
if you gave me the choice, i ‘d give up every remnant of myself to see her smile.
if you gave me the choice, i’d never look back, never question once and never doubt myself in doing it.
Oh wait, you already gave me that choice. And I made it.
I have no regrets.
Apparently neither do you.
In my life, I know I can and will continue to live it without regret but,
One day,
When she is too busy for you
(and yeah, you go live in that little river of Da Nile, but you know somewhere I’m right…)
you’ll be the one to cry. Not me, not her, not anyone who understands
But you.
And that’s when you’ll ask me for a hand, and I’ll turn it from the open palm I’ve always offered…
into the middle finger you’ve always deserved.