The Land of Crimson Dreams

crazytesuka

I don’t feel special when you give me flowers… something that you have already given to another “special” someone.

I feel insulted when you use your cheesy lines on me… lines that have worked a hundred times before.

I feel offended when you expertly kiss me… an automatic action that you’ve practiced and perfected with someone else.

I don’t feel special when you say, “I love you”… the exact three words that you’ve already told another girl.

I don’t feel special at all when you do the standard “special” things that you think will make me feel special.

I feel special when you buy me cheap ice cream at Mini stop on a hot day.
I feel special when I tickle you and you try not to laugh.
I feel special when you peck me on my cheek when I’m not looking.
I feel special when your eyes say “I love you” and your hug follows it with a “very much”.

It’s the genuine little things that you do with and for me – and only me – that makes me feel special.

Don’t try so hard. Just be yourself. The best things come naturally.
And most importantly… don’t expect me to try so hard either. I’m not like that. You should know that by now.

Then again… maybe you still don’t know me at all.