one newly-wed christmas steven & i got into a very heated discussion over the nature of gifts and the meaning of them. he was going to buy me an elton john cd, (whom i admittedly love). he thought it meant, “here. i bought you something i know you’ll like.”.
i thought it meant, “here’s a cd”.
the discussion lasted days….
last valentines steven bought me chocolates, an ipod, and wrote me a lovely card…he was so excited about giving it to me we had to have a mini celebration on the 13th. the chocolates are all gone except for the 2 inches they added to my thighs, i rarely listen to the ipod and the card is “carefully” tucked away under the clutter in my sidetable drawer. i think.
yesterday he asked me what i wanted for this years valentines. it was one of those days so i told him "nothing!". it was one of those days...so i didn’t tell him that all i really wanted was to cuddle up on the couch with him, watch tv, and eat stuff that would add another 2 inches to my thighs. and his. later, when i finally fell into bed freezing from staying up too late, he cuddled me in just to help me get warm…no strings...no ulterior motive. he even let me put my cold feet on him. all because he knew it had been one of those days.
i'll take the small and the many over the big and the intermittent…the spark from them last way longer than the flash of a roman candle….
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is it plagiarism if you steal your own stuff?
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