i took her out on a date.
i’ve always held pride in knowing exactly what she likes. but then she wakes up one morning feeling the opposite and i am thrown off my game.
i knew she likes spending time at the mall. but ugh the holiday rush is such a turn off. i knew she likes sappy holiday movies that made absolutely no sense whatsoever. especially this time of the year. but every time netflix suggested one, she picked Friends. her pinterest is flooded with home decor pins. so i knew she loves that. but she changed her phone a year ago and hasn’t logged into her account ever since. she loves books. so maybe i could ask her out to an afternoon of books and chai in her balcony? but she hasn’t gotten past the first three pages of the last Murakami book she picked. shopping, she loves! but the last thing she bought was korean instant ramen off the marketplace on amazon. she likes puppies. but she lost the two she had recently adopted to food poisoning, so must steer clear of that. she loves facetiming with people she loves, but work’s been crazy and she has barely found time to clock eight hours of sleep in the last few months. journals! yes. but her last entry was on the 12th of october. and it’s december now.
i haven’t met her in a while. she looks just the same but so much has changed. it’s like watching your favourite movie but someone changed the subtitles language. i watch her, but i don’t see her. i hear her, but i can’t listen. i touch her, but i cannot feel.
then the sun rose today. she woke up a whole minute before she intended to. with nowhere to be and nothing to do. she made her bed and her chai. she finished her seventh book this month. she showered and went to the mall. she bought presents for people she loves. she bought photo frames and potted plants. she bought a rug. traffic was crazy as usual, so she spent her car time facetiming not one but two friends. she bought herself a new pair of pajamas. she came home with takeout chinese boxes and watched a sappy christmas movie. she cleaned her room for the first time in well over three weeks. and then she sat down to write.
a wholesome day.
some would even call it a date.
so yeah,
i took her out on a date.
finally.
P.S. – she hates it when i romanticise a regular day in a blogpost. she also hates whole articles written in lower caps. but that’s a discussion for another day.