Bitter

I read something earlier today that said something like, “I hope my name never tastes bitter rolling off your tongue,” and I have to admit that I felt that in a big way.

I never meant for us to not be together. I wanted to be the one that filled up your scrapbooks. The one that would get mad at you for not doing anything all day but then easily be convinced to sit on the couch watching a movie.

Maybe I’m arrogant, but I think I would’ve been a better choice to watch the game and share a beer with. I would’ve made you light up more when I see you wake up with a confused face and smile and tell you how pretty you are.

I think I could’ve been a good time to ride around with, making music videos on the road and finally renting that Jeep to drive to some National Park like I always dreamed of.

I never imagined someone else being the one to take you to the city’s highest point and just sitting there taking it all in. Wondering who was doing what in what side of town.

I guess the craziest part is that I never thought it’d be me sitting here, taking in a nice glass of whiskey and writing you a story. I thought my story would be a fantastic love story.

Not a sad ending.

Even with all that, I hope that my name rolling off your tongue never tastes bitter.