melowdramatic

Every Thursday she came in to the restaurant and he was her waiter, for 15 years. She was adventurous, she tried something new each time she sat down. Eventually he tested the cooks to come up with something new to surprise her. For 15 years this, she, was the highlight of his week. He was there for her every Thursday, including the Thursday she came in with him. He was there waiter. He took their order. He entertained them. He put the ring in her glass. He quietly bit his tongue. And in this show i watch every week she was actually awake during his confession but said nothing. Her husband made it out of surgery. the waiter did not. She never got to confess. He died never knowing, for 15 year.

So many shows have an episode with this scenario, and every time i think of the confessions id make. the secrets id finally let go. the girl id finally tell. This time though i cant think of anything, or anyone. Sure, sounds blissful, to die with no secrets. But it makes me incredibly sad that right now, if the end of the world was here, i would be entirely alone. And this is not helping the feeling of actually wanting a girl lately. Its really weird. Sort of coincidental that this is around Valentines Day. Makes me think this isnt real and its the dumb sap of this time getting to me. But more so feeds the fact that i NEED something that i have not a clue what it could be. Which eventually, down the long road of thoughts, makes me think i miss you. So i have to convince myself i dont by getting mad at the thought. But what am i really trying to convince myself? I dont like where this is going..