I had a good day world. I spent it with an Ordinary kind of guy. I met some of his learners - who all seem to love him, and listened to the easy banter, idiotic (yet funny) remarks, and the moments when all he had to do was say one word, and all the tom-foolery would stop. They respect him. And that makes me respect him even more.
He really does take care of me. And I'm at a loss with how to react. I'm not used to being taken care of. It feels good. At the same time, I can't help but feel I disappoint him in a way - like, maybe I'm not enough of a girl. Except that's who I am - and pretending to be otherwise, would feel like a lie. I don't know how to be more.
I'm tired. Though I'm the happy kind of tired. I know that he's exhausted. Oh, he makes me smile World; he makes me laugh; he makes my heart beat a minute a mile.
He really does take care of me. And I'm at a loss with how to react. I'm not used to being taken care of. It feels good. At the same time, I can't help but feel I disappoint him in a way - like, maybe I'm not enough of a girl. Except that's who I am - and pretending to be otherwise, would feel like a lie. I don't know how to be more.
I'm tired. Though I'm the happy kind of tired. I know that he's exhausted. Oh, he makes me smile World; he makes me laugh; he makes my heart beat a minute a mile.
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