June. 29. 2010.
Five Hundred Days.
My post is dedicated to Mack Joe Siu & our 500th day. (I tried to make it the 500th post, but unfortunately, I’m only around 330; it’s probably because of my love for long posts) I’m writing this a little early, but I just saw a cute post of another five hundred days picture and it really made me want to write a little of love. I have had so much anger and hate these past few days, I need a little reminiscence to remind me what I have. This is not a love story, it is a story about love.
Hopefully, we will make it past today.
We’re not very similar - in fact, we’re almost polar opposites. Cookie, if there’s one thing I have to say: your hair stinks. You need to shower more often. Although you dress nice, you must also smell the part! I just bought the 500 Days of Summer blu-ray and I am planning to share it over a tiramisu cake on a hopeful 32 inch television that I will have in my single room at the Stebbins cooperative I am staying at this summer. We don’t have many rituals - so this will definitely become something I want to do every five hundred days. I guess once we hit sixty, we’d have watched the movie fifty times. But even that seems to be perfect.
It’s been a while since I wrote you a poem, babe. Here goes:
We’ve had our ups and downs
Our smiles and frowns
But still each day
With each other we stay
We don’t have much in common
and we don’t have much to say
But when we are together
We somehow find a way
You’re sometimes really stupid
And you’re sometimes super dumb
Even so, I love you
So much that I go numb
Sorry for the cycles
Sorry for the fight
Sorry for the my bitchiness
You were probably always right
I never let you win
And I sometimes put you down
I’m not very good at talking
And I always called you brown
I giggled when you sneezed
And I laughed when you farted
But if you want me to be honest
I’m glad we never parted
I’m not very pretty
And I’m not very cute
I’m not the bustiest either
But at least I’m not a mute
I hate when you play halo
And when you drive like a hoe
I hate that your feet are tiny
And how you can’t get low
But I love that you’re so silly
And I guess you’re somewhat fine
I guess I should be thankful
That I got to make you mine
You’ve come to every dance
And you’ve come to every party
As my date you looked so good
Even though I was always tardy
We’ve been around the world
To country near and far
Sorry for the time
I got angry at the bar
You’ve brought me many memories
So many happy times
And though you will be leaving
I will mail you some more rhymes
So please wait for my letter
And think about my smiles
You’re going to be my boyfriend
Despite the coming miles
500 days have passed thus far
As we come closer to year two
And though I cry and weep and whine
I know I’ll still love you.
You know I do, Mack Siu.