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I'm 25.

Part 2 of me being the worst person.

I was talking to my friend on the phone and he told me to go buy a new chain. What a good idea. I didn't even think of that. He wouldn't be expecting it at all, and it would show that I really cared about him and all that jazz. So I went to the mall today and picked out this little gold chain. I got them to put a bow in the box, and then I returned back to the dorms. I was so nervous. What would he say? Would he like it? I walked into his room. He was playing xbox with one of his friends. I told him I got something for him, and he just kept playing his game. Then I set the box down on his desk. I really wasn't interested in watching him play video games and I was ready to leave, and then his friend told him to open it. He did. Holy shit, I was so scared. At first he just stared at it, and then he looked at me, and I didn't say anything. I had this stupid half smile on my face, waiting to see his reaction. He said thank you. I said you're welcome. Then I walked back up to my room.

A few minutes later I heard a knock on the door. I thought it was Suzanne, so I just said come in. It was him. Instantly the wave of nervousness came over me. He walked in and told me he was blown away and that he never expected me to do it and that I didn't have to do it at all. I know I didn't have to. But I didn't want him walking around with some broken chain. I wanted him to be happy, and this had made him happy. And seeing him that way made me feel wonderful. Even if he doesn't like me back, knowing that I made him feel that way is worth it to me. Then he hugged me. This guy is a football player, likes xbox, says fuck all the time, and he hugged me. I loved it. He stayed and we talked for a little about lots of things, and I can tell by his eyes that he was truly grateful. Ahh, I love him.


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