Hey all. It’s April 1st and though no one’s played a trick on me today … ok, actually my brother did. And it was a pretty good one for a 9-year-old too. He told me school was canceled. Considering there was an ice storm yesterday, it was rather believable. However, the weather turned out to be in the 60s today. There’s Nebraska for ya.
Anyway, I’ve been quite the fool myself lately, being tricked by myself, my thoughts, my insecurities, and my parents … (kind of). For a while, about the past week, I had convinced myself that Tyler didn’t like me. He never says good-bye to me. He occasionally says hey. I just wish he would connect more. I felt hated, betrayed. Needless to say, I was also being paranoid. I’ve known Tyler for three months at least, and have a reasonable idea of what his personality is like, though I can’t for the life of me figure out how his mind works. Ok, I sort of can. Anyway, I shouldn’t be surprised by his behavior. But I was hurt. And I think my being hurt is valid. It was ok. But over lunch today, he made it clear that we were still friends. That’s the thing though. He treats me like an aquaintence who’s slowing becoming a friend. Not a boyfriend who he’s spent two inimate and caring months with, and now, for the past month seems to have written off. I miss February. Especially February 7th. That was the day of the Kearney High debate tournament. Since it was our own tournament, we hosted the event but weren’t allowed to compete. Tyler isn’t in debate, but I knew it was gonna be a fun day of hanging out with friends and goofing off when we weren’t helping out, so I asked him to come over, please. He did, he spent the whole day doting on me, making me give him piggy back rides everywhere, which was exhausting, but I really didn’t mind at all, because he was giving me attention. We and some other debaters hung out in the auditorium while we were waiting for people to finish their rounds and for awards to start. I’m not one for kissing in front of other people, but Tyler, at the moment, seemed to be. He was lying on top of the soundboard cabinet, I was standing. Then he climbed up to the catwalk, where all the stage lights are, and told me to come up with him. We kissed and he said now he could finally say he’d made out on the catwalk. The rest of the day progressed like a dream. I didn’t want to say good-bye.
I miss him. I miss that.
(small smile) Don’t get me wrong. It’s great to be treated like a good friend. But I wish … it was more. He really is … an incredible person. I have heartache. On a different topic, I really need to write my research paper on The Old Man and the Sea. 20 pages. But, more exciting, in my opinion, that the research paper, our lovely English teacher assigned a sonnet that had to be on the topic of love, whose rough draft was due Monday. I wrote mine about feeling neglected. The actual copy is on the school computer. I’ll write what I can here, and update it when possible.
Ode to Missing Love
My love is quite the conundrum. In terms
Of my emotions Mrs. Hunnicutt
Might say that I am like a woman. But
allow me to explain. My heart, it yearns,
as she would say, “to know,” and I affirm
This. How my heart recoils when he beshuts
his loving gestures. Want I only but
To simply feel his tenderness return.
Four weeks of love are followed by four weeks
Of torpid distance. And, alas! To me,
My cat is more affectionate than he!
You are so young, my love, o how I seek
To simply please you. Now I realize pleased
You are, so do reciprocate, I plead!
There is actually quite a bit more I want to say but I do not have the opportunity now to say it. I wish to talk more about my sonnet, about my Old Man paper, about going to youth group tonight, and about the insightful and comforting conversation I had with my friend Mr. Potter yesterday. (No, not Harry.) I will say, however, that that version of the sonnet you see there is edited. While typing it, I realized the version I turned in probably was not in perfect sonnet format so I took a few minutes just now to revise my sonnet so that it is in perfect sonnet format. So, lucky you. (smile) I’ll see you all later, and finish my writing too. Lots of love, Alex