7.05.2013

Payback

Noun: An act of revenge or retaliation.


Only twice in my life have I received birthday gifts from the opposite sex, not including my father of course. The initial occurrence was the first summer, and first birthday celebration, with my ex boyfriend. He surprised me the evening of my birthday party with a dress I had been eyeing earlier in the week. At the time I was head over heels for this boy and consequently it became the best gift ever.
The second (and last) occasion, which topped the boyfriend gift by far, was four years ago; the giver was the same one who declined my invite back in May (note: I impulsively texted him this week and never received a reply).  You could say I was going through a quarter-life crisis, and his present was one of the most thoughtful ones I have yet to receive. I suppose all I spoke about at the time was running away to Paris; although I had never visited Europe then, I had this infatuation with Paris and leaving my life behind. One night, after work, he escorted me to his car where he shyly presented me with a book. If you know me at all, you will know that I have a deep love for books and anything on paper. Not only did he give me a book, but he had hand-written a note before the first chapter begun:
 “I sort of gathered that this 25th of yours was showing up quite uninvited, yet you have yet to give any sufficient reasons why! I really don’t know what more you want though, honestly. You’re smart, beautiful, sociable, great to talk to, the list honestly goes on and on. The truth is, time brings knowledge, don’t fear it, embrace it.
I hope this book finds you well, I really do, it’s easily one of my favourites. I guess I like it because its about everything I don’t have the guts to do.
After you get past all the ridiculous ideas you have of growing “old”, try to have an enjoyable weekend! Remember, you’re the top of the tops and your cool enough to have my mind a whirl!”

He then gave me a beautiful framed picture of the Eiffel Tower.
If I only I knew then what I know now, and if only I could go back in time; I’d kiss him right then and there.
Merde.





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