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I'd like to get up at 6 in the morning, even though I don't have to be at the office until 11, and I've only had three hours of sleep, just so I could call and wake you up because you've got this meeting at 9 that you just can't miss, and you need at least a couple of hours doing God knows what.

I'd like to hear you calling me an idiot because I still watch wrestling.

I'd like to survive a nervous breakdown when your father locks me in a deathgrip of a handshake before staring me down as I meet him for the first time.

I'd like to stand around carrying your shopping bags as you try to pick between two pairs of shoes, even as you decide, after hemming and hawing for two hours, to get both pairs anyway.

I'd like that hard, painful smack at my shoulder that you'd give me after I'd make a dirty joke.

I'd like to have that big fight with you, the one that happens at that time of the month, the one that you'd pick with me even if I weren't doing anything, and were in fact being nice, the one *I* would be grovelling about over the phone a day later, even if *you* were the one acting like a person medical experts would call "an absolute fucking lunatic".

I'd like to be there when you don't feel like talking.

I'd like to spend Saturday afternoons with you watching DVD marathons, even we end up watching that godawful "Grey's Anatomy" show, even if you'd just ogle McDreamy while trying to ignore me as I repeat stupid lines like, "I don't love you for who you are. ... I love you for who you're not."

I'd like to hear you whining about how I watch too much basketball.

I'd like to get that text message from you telling me that something came up and you couldn't make it to our date for Spider-man 3, just so I can pretend to be pissed and you'd have to send me those sweet, dopey text messages for the next couple of hours.

Labels: le sigh

- posted by jaemark @ 8/26/2006 01:41:00 AM