Sunday, June 1, 2014

It'd be him

Sometimes I often fantasize to myself-- what if I were to get in a really bad car accident, or get hit by a car, or get shot in a drive by? Just some sort of event that was life threatening enough to send me to the hospital and have people worried about my well being.
They rush me to the hospital, they're running me into surgery, blood everywhere
(can't you just picture it?)

Well good news. The surgery went well. I guess I'll live. I haven't woken up from it yet. But when I do, my mom is there. She smiles at me. I freak out because I don't know where I am and why I'm hooked up to all the paraphernalia. She tells me what happened and then I start crying and say:

"Where's ______?"

WHO WOULD I SAY? WHO IS THE ONE PERSON I WANT THERE?!

For a while I thought it'd be Calen. I was so emotionally attached to him for years and my conscious just automatically assumed Calen for everything.
Maybe it'd be Allison
Or Carly?
Or maybe even could it be Armand?

No. It wouldn't be any of those. Without a doubt. The one person I would want by my side in an instant. Is Bubba. I love him, I honestly and truly love him. It's weird but he's the one I want to share everything with. emotions. memories. just everything.
If I'm having a great day he sure as heck better be having one too.
I got new perfume! He has to smell it and tell me if he likes it.
I bought a new box of cereal, he needs to be just as excited as I am.
Sick and feeling cuddly? He's my cuddle buddy.

Most days we just sit on the couch and talk. Normal people would get sick of that real quick. Not us. I could sit and talk with him for hours. We go along so well together, it's hard to even describe. It's like he and I match up perfectly. Even our weirdness. I miss him when he's gone. When I close my eyes--he's there. It's hard to get him out of my head. I always want him there. I always want him with me.

So clearly--he's the one I'd want with me.
It'd be him.
But knowing him--if this stupid crazy fantasy of mine should ever happen, when I woke up I wouldn't need to ask for him. He'd already be there, holding my hand sitting by my bed.

I love that boy.

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