The Ask For An Extension

The Ask For An Extension

I drank too much. I took the subway home at 3 AM by myself. I worked late and missed yoga and dinner for an entire week. I skipped lunch breaks in order to get just a little more ahead of everyone else. I tuned out my family on the holidays and still don’t know where I am supposed to be this year. I ate loads of mochi from that bodega by my office on the train in between work and crashing into my bed every night. Everything was spinning, so fast, as though I was just going to get completely consumed by it all and come out on the other side a void human. But on a random night, when I had a few too many vodka sodas and was out with someone I had no business being out with, I saw you.

A friend of a friend introduced us and then we all quickly went back to talking about work and upcoming meetings and the crazy holiday schedule about to consume us all.

But your blue eyes stopped the world, and I only saw you. I thought maybe you felt it, too, but wasn’t sure. I knew it didn’t matter, though, because I was with someone I had no business being with, and you did not even know how to find this new friend of a friend.

 

But you did find me, and now...

 

I drink more water. If I stay out until 3 AM, it is with you. I’ve made all of my yoga classes this week and even made dinner a couple of the nights. I’ve met you for lunch now a few times. I am learning so much about my family this holiday as you asked them questions. I know I am supposed to be around this tree, with my parents, and with you. I take time to chew my food, even allowing your love of edamame and unidentifiable purple juices to make appearances in my daily diet. Everything has slowed down, giving me time to soak in everything around me, consuming this world until I have felt every emotion and learned every little thing I possibly can.

You make me want to do everything I need to do so I can extend my life just a little longer in order to have just one more day with you on this earth.

<3 M.

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