Title: When I was your Man
I sat on the park bench, alone, staring at the children running around on the grainy sand, climbing up the yellow slide, and pushing each other on rusty swings. I smiled at the sight, but immediately sighed as I thought about my childhood. Those were the days where all we cared about was candy, parks, dogs, and cooties.
Cooties were the thing stopping me from feeling what we now call love. Cootie shots were what allowed us to avoid such a horrifying disease of invisible germs from the opposite sex, and they allowed me to hold your hand. I would hold your hand, and dance with you even though all we did was shake our bums side to side and jump up and down. After dancing to our favourite song, I would pick up those yellow ‘flowers’, which are now known to be weeds, and give them to you. Your smile would shine down on me and warm my heart, just like the sun.
As we grew older, those cooties disappeared. In addition to warming my heart, your smile would make it skip a beat, maybe even five. Soon enough, you were the only thing I thought about. When we were introduced to cell phones, I would text you and wait for your reply. Not long after going through elementary school and high school with you, I finally had the courage to tell you that I love you.
We went to the same University. We even ended up renting an apartment and rooming together. We even went to the stage of sleeping on the same bed.
But something went wrong. I went wrong.
I never realized how horribly I treated you. Those times when you waited for me to eat dinner, all I did was go out with my friends and leave you alone at home. Valentine’s Day, our annual anniversary, Christmas, your birthday, I never ended up getting you anything, not even flowers. We started drifting apart, and while you tried to amend things, all I did was avoid you. In the end, I even thought you were irritating. I never danced with you, because I didn’t want to be seen with you.
In the end, it was my fault. It was me that ruined everything.
We broke up.
You left my apartment.
You met someone else.
Now I sleep on the same bed, but it just feels a little bit bigger now. My radio turns on as my alarm and our song starts playing, but it just doesn’t sound the same. Sometimes my friends tell me how they see you on campus, and all that does is tear me apart.
I should’ve brought you flowers, and held your hand. I should gave you all my hours when I had the chance. I should’ve taken you to every party, because I remember how much you loved to dance.
Should’ve done all the things I could’ve done, when I was your man.
-------------teaC101
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