Chloe
Before you, I'd only dated self-indulgent takers
It's half past six o'clock now, thirty minutes before the doors open to my portion of the gallery and people are exposed to my art for the first true time. This is a dream come true for me, what I've always wanted since taking my first art class in school. But I'm not happy now.
Josh is supposed to be here with me. He's supposed to wander around looking at fifteen paintings for three hours and pretend to be interested for the entire time, when he really probably could spend thirty minutes and gather the same amount of appreciation.
Do you ever look at life and wonder how things would be different if someone else was with you? Sometimes it helps you gain more love for what you have, and sometimes it makes you regret having lost a person from your past.
Today I'm imagining what this day would be like with Nick instead of Josh, and it's making me love Josh even more. Nick would've tried to find an excuse for not coming, even though he wouldn't be doing schoolwork or anything like that and football practices are only during the day.
When he'd realize he can't get out of it, he'd try to guilt me into staying home with him instead of going to my own gallery opening. There'd be kissing involved and touching and most likely sex, but I would still come. Then he'd be here and he'd want nothing more than to leave.
He'd whine and complain the whole time and probably try to sneak me into the bathroom to steal some alone time.
Josh at least tried. He may not be here, but he wants to be and he tried his best to be. That counts just as much as being here in my book.
