愛してる. I love you.

I know we can only be friends but, I miss you.  Maybe it’s because we work together.  Maybe it’s because the fact that we work together, that I miss you.

I miss our stupid conversations that last for hours.  How those conversations would get so weird and awkward but it wouldn’t stop us from continuing on.  You complete or exaggerate that open, crazy, side of me.

I miss you being here as my friend.  I hate how every time I try to engage a conversation with you, you make it awkward and make me feel stupid.  I hate how you try to kill the conversation as quickly as possible.  I hate how you’re not even my friend but just someone I know.  I want that friendship back, I want to be able to bother you and have you there for me again.  You said I could talk to you whenever and about whatever I wanted.  Now I can’t even ask you how your day is without you killing the conversation that hasn’t even really begun. 

Maybe one day we’ll be friends again.  Maybe one day, I’ll mean something to you again.

Love the kids I work with; while they can drive me nuts and make me want to go home, their genuine love and care make my day.

Today, one had a snack and asked if I wanted one, when I said no, she waited for me to turn away then called my name.  I turned around and she shoved it on my lips and said that I now HAD to eat it.  I told her “gee, thanks for mashing it to my face.”  Her response was, “well, mommy said if you’re sick, you gotta eat and you gotta eat to get better, and I missed you last week.”  I was very touched and I thought it was so sweet of her to care about my health.

I was out all last week with the flu and I haven’t seen them since the week before that.  This girl is very sweet and she’s one of the most energetic kids who manages to say the sweetest things.  I was very grateful and glad to come back to several kids giving me hugs upon arriving and seeing me back, along with this girl and her twin gladly lending a helping hand.  The girl who shoved food in my face constantly made faces and told her leader (the one who she checks in with) that she wouldn’t line up with her group, but mines; we’re in the same grade level but have separated groups to make checking in and out easier.  She was worried that I would get sick again and leave; I thought it was the funniest and cutest thing ever; I would want my daughters to be like her and her twin.

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I can’t believe I’m being the bigger person.  After all the crap you put him through and I’m the one being nice and trying to come to an even ground.  I’ll know in a few months what kind of person you are.  Are you the kind of person that you claim and pretend to be, or are you the kind person I’ve suspected you to be the whole time?

Only time can tell.

I personally don’t believe in it.  It’s an over rated, over exaggerated, day.  A few days ago, Brian and I got hit by another car—thus his car is now in the shop getting repaired.  I told Brian that I really don’t need anything for Valentine’s Day; that I already know I’m his Valentines and that there are going to be many more we will spend together.  That I don’t need him to spend more money on me while spending money to fix his car; I know that fixing his car should come before spending money and spoiling me for one, silly, day.  I treat every day like it’s Valentine’s Day, and every Friday or Saturday, Brian takes me out for dinner—it’s like Valentine’s Day every week.
I don’t believe that you should only spoil your special someone once a year, if you love them, it should be every day that you tell them and show them that you love them.  You don’t have to spend money on flowers every day, but tell them how much they mean to you.  I know I may tease and “bully” around Brian, but at the end of the day, I always tell him how happy I am to have him in my life; how lucky I am to call him mine.  Occasionally, I get roses and surprise him—I’m still on the hunt for a blue rose because he wants a blue flower; maybe I’ll find one for Valentine’s Day.
Either way, even if he works and can’t spend time with me, that’s okay.  I don’t expect him to get me anything because I already know that he loves me; I’m reminded every day how much I mean to him.  I don’t think that Valentine’s Day should only be celebrated once a year, it’s something that should be done every day.  Every day you should tell that special someone that they mean the world to you, even if it’s just telling them every day that you love them and how grateful you are to have them.  It’s the small things that count and in the long run, make that lasting impression. 

It was my first attempt at Project 365, but unfortunately, I don’t think I have the time to do it this year.  I’ve tried but I haven’t been able to post things recently with everything going on.  I’ll try again next year and I’ll still post things but on my downtime—whenever I find some to spare.  Love you guys :)