pieces | ethma

me

I find myself rolling my eyes more often than not, because what else is there for me to do? It's the little things in life that get me. Little things that annoy me. But the little things are also so beautiful.

Why is it that we take the little things for granted all the time, but they're what we love the most? They're what we miss the most once they disappear and find their own little world to live in without us. Do these things miss us too, or do they realize that we didn't know their worth in the first place?

Why does every song I listen to make so much sense, but I can't seem to understand my own thoughts, or my own writing? When will I make sense to my own self? When will my real feelings pour their soul into the melodies I haven't yet written? The melodies I have yet to write.

When does he show up in my story? Am I in his yet?

How do I miss him when he doesn't even exist in my life? Have I even seen his face before? Heard his voice?

Have I made him laugh with my terrible jokes that only the best people in life can enjoy?

Do I exist in his world yet? If I do, does he know it?

When I meet him, will he understand me so well that he just gets my sense of humor, my thoughts, my everything? Will he finally be the one that loves those little things about me? Will he love the little things about me?

Does he dream about the girl in his future, wishing she could just be there already? Does he miss me without knowing it? Because I miss him more than anything, yet I have no fucking clue who the hell he is.

It's funny to think I don't even know the person who I am gonna spend the rest of my life with someday.

Is he tall?

He better not be shorter than me. Or even relatively close to my height. Maybe 5'6" and above.

I'd be okay with that.

I bet he's really funny. You'd have to have a sense of humor to be my soulmate. Even if it's as un-comical as mine. I'm only funny when I'm not trying to be, and I'm never funny when I am trying. He's gonna fucking love that.

I bet he's super romantic. Not in the way that he'd give me flowers, but in the way that he gives me the support I need when I haven't even said a word about needing it. Maybe he'll cuddle and eat ice cream with me while watching our favorite Pixar movies.

I take that back. He definitely will. No questions asked.

He'll either share my taste in music, or he'll let me have the aux anyway. Either way, I'm hogging that god damn cord. I can't be with someone who hates Taylor Swift, or doesn't like Fleetwood Mac.

Maybe he'll carry out my dream of having a picnic under the night sky. No phones. Just us, the sky, and good conversation. Maybe the car is parked nearby so we can still have some music in the background.

He has to be someone that I can talk with for hours and not get bored of.

I can only hope he'll share my need for living in the city. I'm willing to compromise, but we're at least gonna live in the suburbs of a big city. I don't care which one, but there is no way in hell we're ending up in a small town.

I can't live in a small town again.

We'll have two or three kids, maybe adopt one. Maybe we'll have a dog if no one's allergic. If they are, we'll settle for pet fish. Swim Shady sounds pretty cool, right?

Isn't it weird that people don't exist to you until you meet them in real life, or until you come across their social media? It's so weird to me that there's people out there whom I've never even seen before, and I had no idea they existed until that moment. As of now, he doesn't exist in my world.

I can't wait until he does.

I hope he knows I'm on my way, and I'm running as fast as possible to get there.

————————————————————————

I wanted to write something a little different, so instead of writing specifically about Ethma, or even anyone, I wrote about me.

This is a little glimpse into my mind I guess. Let me know if you enjoyed this style of writing!

It was fun.

This is me haha.

<3