I Now Know

Warning* I promised myself I would not talk about relationships in this Blog but this message pertains a lot to myself and who I am and why I am who I am, so read it and shutup.

So I've had some good times, some bad times and some new and strange times recently (I so know that sentence is structured horribly but whatever). The good thing about it all is that I have learned a lot. Lately, I think I forgot a whole lot about why I was doing things I was doing. Being in a relationship is not something anyone should take for granted, it's something you should cherish. I think somewhere along the lines me and my piggy forgot about that. I'm glad that we both remembered it (she first, then I slowly and stubbornly came around), things used to be so easy for us. I wanted to be with her all the time, she was the one girl who could rub me (the right ways, and the other ways...) and I would do everything to be with her. After time, the puppy love dies off, then either the real love kicks in, or you break up. Well we did the real thing, and when it was good, it was good. But somewhere along there we forgot why we even had the puppy love in the first place. What was it about me she wanted, what was it about her I wanted. Well needless to say, we got our shit together... it wasn't about the sex, it wasn't about the things we did. It was about a special feeling we gave each other. I think I learned what that really meant on saturday.

So I decided to spoil her for her birthday, took her out, tried my best to give her some nice things and lastly had a get together with some friends to have a blast. It was supposed to be an opportunity to make her feel great on her big day. I don't want to seem selfish, but the night belonged to me. Don't get me wrong, I did all the right things, I treated her like a princess and everything, but somehow she managed to outdo me. I made her feel like a princess and she somehow made me feel like the fucking king of the universe. This is why I was so head over heels, this is why the puppy love started in the first place, this is why I wanted to love and have her, it's why I have to have her and will have her. The whole night I was doing everything for her, and yet she never once made it about her. She tried to make it about me, and now I sit here and think.. "wow... just fucking wow". Celebrating her birthday... was something I was intent on making special, but she did me one over and made sure I was smiling, made sure I was having a blast... encouraged me to drink with my old roomie Li, never interfered at all just had a blast and tried to make sure that I was smiling first. This is why I started dating this girl, and why I was so crazy about her, she just knew how to make me smile. I am glad I discovered this, and I can only hope I make her feel the same way, she deserves that.

Hope you had a special and happy birthday Jenn.

Joe out

P.S. Dude, that movie was the shit. I remember watching it over and over and over with my grandpa while I was in like 3rd grade. Funny thing is when I would talk about that movie everyone would act like I was crazy and the idea that a gang of guys dressed like Yankee's with painted faces was stupid. Now all those same people are all of a sudden the "BIGGEST WARRIOR FANS EVER". Man I wish they all fucking choked on a piscotti, fucking trendy ass bastards. To answer your question, yes you can have 12 hours to bash some heads.