Short answer: because I have a girlfriend, and I love her.
Long answer: This morning was pretty shitty. I stayed up till about 2am last night making a heart-shaped candy box for my girlfriend. I didn't mind it at all; it was fun, knowing it would make her happy. That made me happy to do it.
I had this brilliant plan to get up extra, EXTRA early and sneak it over to her house, set it on her porch, and run away. I woke up at 7:20, 20 minutes before school starts. The anger came rushing out of my pores. I was a terrible person to be around. (It's currently 2:02pm, and I'm sweaty and haven't showered in a couple days. Doubt that's changed, lol.)
What made things worse, my perfect heart box was damaged when I accidentally knocked it off a shelf. I was coming out of the bathroom, and my stupid arm flew up and sent it violently floorward. The bottom piece of cardboard came unattached. The "long-lasting bond" had failed me. But all hope was not lost. I glued it back together, and it was strong and secure. I apologized to my mom for being such a downer.
I got in my car, noticed my windows were completely iced over. Already having lost precious time, I began screaming explicatives. I reluctantly scraped away the ice, and finally got to school, about fifteen minutes late, Bridget's valentines day gift still in hand.
In first block I filled it with gummy bears and cheezits. Then I figured out, I could bring it to her house during lunch. It seemed like a risky plan, because school doesn't allow open lunches. Plus, I wasn't sure if I'd make it back to school in time.
So as soon as fourth block was over, I speed-walked to my car in the senior parking lot, drove at least five to ten miles over the speed limit the whole way to Bridget's house. But I parked a block or so away from her house, just in case someone was home. (My car is really loud.) I ran to her porch, dropped off the heart box filled with gummy bears and cheezits, with a note and a box of convo heart candies, then ran back to my car as fast as I could. I drove back to school, JUST in time to enjoy the last minute of lunch with my friends.
Just like that, mission accomplished. And I was completely happy, because what I had just done, I did it because I love someone. I was disappointed at the beginning of the day because I couldn't get it to her house before school, but everything worked out perfectly. And she texted me during English to let me know she got it, and loved it.
Guys, Valentine's Day is NOT a day of relaxation. It's difficult, frustrating at times. Expensive, if you choose NOT to do what I did. (I made something, instead of dishing out a hundred bucks on pre-packaged shit.) But, if you love somebody, the end result is fantastic. If you put in the effort. If you do a good job, and you know it, you'll win major, MAJOR points. Your confidence will go up. You will have successfully let your lover know that you're thinking about her, in the cutest possible way. And life will be good.
So whatever hell you have to go through in the morning, remember it's because you love somebody. For that my day has been turned around completely. I am in a better mood now than I was yesterday, and that's without having showered or getting up on time. Love really is all you need. As long as Bridget loves me, I know everything will work out. Nothing else really matters that much. A heart-shaped box of candy and cheezits is definitely not asking too much for the love of my life. I was happy to do it. The madness of my day was the thought that I wouldn't be able to pull it off...
When you're in love, you want to please. You simply want to make her feel good, and you can't help but wonder whether you're doing everything right or not. At least that's how I feel. Any doubts I have plunge directly into my morning and make things, a struggle. But the big picture remains the same. I love Bridget. She loves me. Deep down, I realize, if she's on my mind, nothing I do can truly disappoint her.
Operation: Valentine's Day
Mission ACCOMPLISHED
And baby I looovee youuu.
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