Valentine's Day. Supposedly the most romantic day of the year. The day
when boys send their crushes flowers and boyfriends give their
girlfriends chocolate. The day when old people spend the whole day in
bed with their spouses. Oh yes, good 'ole Valentine's Day.
I could only help but to think of one boy. The perfect boy. He used to
bring me flowers and chocolates. He'd sing to me. He'd make sure every
wish of mine would be fulfilled. It was the perfect day spent with
the perfect boy.
He would sit with me in my backyard. I could sit and stare at him for
hours. His dark mysterious eyes. His smooth hands, with slightly
callused fingers from playing he guitar. I would sit and run my
fingers through his dark curly hair. It was the only day out of the
year I didn't really talk. We didn't have to say anything at all.
Sitting there in my backyard, just looking at him, I knew how much he
loved me. It was the best day of the year.
So here I sit in my backyard, awaiting my Prince Charming. I can't help but reminisce on those good days. A voice from behind me disrupts
my thoughts.
"Happy Valentine's Day Miley."
I had to keep facing backwards before I could gain my composure. This
wasn't the boy I was waiting for. He wasn't my Prince Charming. My
world came crashing down to reality as I turned to wish my current boyfriend
happy Valentine's Day.
This isn't even long enough to be qualified as a one-shot. I just call it a blurb. It was just born out of boredom :)