You better not peek! No. Don't. I can see you!!! I hear her voice ringing in my ears. Tears welled up in my eyes. A pang in my heart. No… Take in a deep breath and bury my face in my hands. What a wuss. I remember I just chuckled. I'm not looking. I'm not! I promise. I had a big beam on my face. She grabbed my hand and then dragged me along an unfamiliar path. I trusted her but being in that blindfold made me feel like I was walking in space. Kinda. Then, I remember the push. It was a playful push. I obliged and fell backwards, only to be caught by a soft material. And then, I smelt it. Marshmallows.
She giggled. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" Gently, she took off my blindfold. The first thing I saw was her brightness. Sure, it was daytime but I swear, it was her brightness that hit me first. I smiled at her, gazing into her eyes intently for a fleeting moment, although it felt like an eternity. Bliss. How did I get so lucky? Hazel eyes, full lips. Her smile. She threw her head back, laughing. You trust me so much, huh? I could've pushed you into a pool and drowned you. So gullible. She loved to tease me.
Shifting my gaze, I surveyed the scene. There's Bob, he's a friend. Oh, and his wife, Macey. Another friend, friend, friend, friend. My mom, my dad, my brother, my sister. It's a party. They were all smiling and looking at me, as if waiting for me to react to something. Then, I see it. Well, I smelt it first: marshmallows - correct, marshmallow. I was sitting on a giant marshmallow. So bizarre. But I love bizarre. I looked at my girl with a playful smile. Can I eat this? Yes, yes, you can. I stick my finger into the marshmallow section to the right of me. then, I taste it. Mmmmm…. So good.
You like it? Yes, yes, I do. Thank you. I jab my finger into another spot of the giant marshmallow, then I lean forward, into her face. I wonder what would happen… If I did this to you… and with that, I slid my marshmallow covered finger onto the top of her upper lip, giving her what I called a "Marshmallow mustache." You should've seen her face right afterwards. She looked offended, taken aback, maybe. Her mouth hung open, like in disbelief. Mister, this calls for WAR! And with that, we were chasing each other around the big marshmallow and throwing bits of it at each other. Soon, the entire party joined in.
That was two years ago, on my birthday. You might think it strange that I had a giant marshmallow as my birthday present. But you see, all my life, that's what I've wanted, believe it or not. Growing up, I was well provided for - I had a great family, great friends and great dates. Of course, she topped the list when she came along when I was 8. Oh, I should add that the dates I was referring to, were play dates, not actual date dates - that would come later in life.
So here I was, eight years old, and single. I don't mean to brag, but I was the popular kid, and I wasn't that kind of popular kid, so I took my time getting to know everyone at school. One day, I'm just sitting in the cafeteria, talking to my friends when something in the corner catches my eye - her marshmallows. Okay, maybe I should backtrack a little. The cafeteria food was not bad, but it was not wonderful either. And marshmallows are hard to come by, especially the ones that she had just taken out from her lunch bag. I'd never seen her before so I thought that maybe, I should try getting to know her and maybe, just maybe, convince her to give me one of her marshmallows. So I did just that.
Hello, I'm Mike. I see you have marshmallows. They look yummy. She just stared at me. I could see her friends in the background giggling. Then, to my horror, she started to eat them in front of me! I opened my mouth, trying to throw out words to maybe stop the horrible event that was unfolding right before my very eyes but all I could say was "gaaa baaa gaaa". I felt like such a fool, but that seemed to do the trick. She stopped eating her marshmallow and looked at me. Weirdly. I guess you can have one now, and she handed me a marshmallow. Thank you. You're welcome.
The piece of marshmallow I got that day tasted like a piece of heaven. I have a feeling that it had something to do with me earning it. From that day on, my life was changed. We traded candies, we traded cookies, we traded marshmallows. I liked big marshmallows but she liked small marshmallows. So, I would trade her the small marshmallows that was lying around my house for her a piece of her big marshmallow. But we never spoke much. It was almost as if we could read each others' minds.
This went on until high school. We stopped the marshmallow trade but never stopped trading other things. We traded memories. We traded texts. We shared a bond unlike any other. She took the things that I cared little for but that she preferred, over the things that she had little care for which I preferred over the items I had little care for. We were partners in crime. From trading things, we evolved to sharing things, then one day, we shared a kiss - our very first. And that, revolutionized our whole worlds.
From that moment forth, I knew that she was The One and she knew that I was hers, at least, that's what's written in her journal - dated February 2nd, 2003. I no longer thought solely for my gain, I now thought of her too. She was part of my world and I was part of hers - we shared a world together. Fast forward to my 21st birthday, and the epic marshmallow. What more could a man want for his birthday?
Today, I turned 24. No marshmallows. Only memories. Three short years have changed everything. But the memories have kept me going. For her. And for them, our children. That one day, they will learn about her and keep these happy memories alive. I wipe my tears off and call my children over. I tell them that we're going to the park for a picnic. When we arrive, I look towards the sky and I see her - her big marshmallow in the clouds. And then I smelt it…
Daddy! Marshmallow! My little girl points to me, excited. I think she's referring to the clouds, but she's actually not. Apparently, there's a guy in a truck giving out free marshmallows. I don't know whether to be weary or throw caution to the wind. Then I remember her and do the latter.
She giggled. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" Gently, she took off my blindfold. The first thing I saw was her brightness. Sure, it was daytime but I swear, it was her brightness that hit me first. I smiled at her, gazing into her eyes intently for a fleeting moment, although it felt like an eternity. Bliss. How did I get so lucky? Hazel eyes, full lips. Her smile. She threw her head back, laughing. You trust me so much, huh? I could've pushed you into a pool and drowned you. So gullible. She loved to tease me.
Shifting my gaze, I surveyed the scene. There's Bob, he's a friend. Oh, and his wife, Macey. Another friend, friend, friend, friend. My mom, my dad, my brother, my sister. It's a party. They were all smiling and looking at me, as if waiting for me to react to something. Then, I see it. Well, I smelt it first: marshmallows - correct, marshmallow. I was sitting on a giant marshmallow. So bizarre. But I love bizarre. I looked at my girl with a playful smile. Can I eat this? Yes, yes, you can. I stick my finger into the marshmallow section to the right of me. then, I taste it. Mmmmm…. So good.
You like it? Yes, yes, I do. Thank you. I jab my finger into another spot of the giant marshmallow, then I lean forward, into her face. I wonder what would happen… If I did this to you… and with that, I slid my marshmallow covered finger onto the top of her upper lip, giving her what I called a "Marshmallow mustache." You should've seen her face right afterwards. She looked offended, taken aback, maybe. Her mouth hung open, like in disbelief. Mister, this calls for WAR! And with that, we were chasing each other around the big marshmallow and throwing bits of it at each other. Soon, the entire party joined in.
That was two years ago, on my birthday. You might think it strange that I had a giant marshmallow as my birthday present. But you see, all my life, that's what I've wanted, believe it or not. Growing up, I was well provided for - I had a great family, great friends and great dates. Of course, she topped the list when she came along when I was 8. Oh, I should add that the dates I was referring to, were play dates, not actual date dates - that would come later in life.
So here I was, eight years old, and single. I don't mean to brag, but I was the popular kid, and I wasn't that kind of popular kid, so I took my time getting to know everyone at school. One day, I'm just sitting in the cafeteria, talking to my friends when something in the corner catches my eye - her marshmallows. Okay, maybe I should backtrack a little. The cafeteria food was not bad, but it was not wonderful either. And marshmallows are hard to come by, especially the ones that she had just taken out from her lunch bag. I'd never seen her before so I thought that maybe, I should try getting to know her and maybe, just maybe, convince her to give me one of her marshmallows. So I did just that.
Hello, I'm Mike. I see you have marshmallows. They look yummy. She just stared at me. I could see her friends in the background giggling. Then, to my horror, she started to eat them in front of me! I opened my mouth, trying to throw out words to maybe stop the horrible event that was unfolding right before my very eyes but all I could say was "gaaa baaa gaaa". I felt like such a fool, but that seemed to do the trick. She stopped eating her marshmallow and looked at me. Weirdly. I guess you can have one now, and she handed me a marshmallow. Thank you. You're welcome.
The piece of marshmallow I got that day tasted like a piece of heaven. I have a feeling that it had something to do with me earning it. From that day on, my life was changed. We traded candies, we traded cookies, we traded marshmallows. I liked big marshmallows but she liked small marshmallows. So, I would trade her the small marshmallows that was lying around my house for her a piece of her big marshmallow. But we never spoke much. It was almost as if we could read each others' minds.
This went on until high school. We stopped the marshmallow trade but never stopped trading other things. We traded memories. We traded texts. We shared a bond unlike any other. She took the things that I cared little for but that she preferred, over the things that she had little care for which I preferred over the items I had little care for. We were partners in crime. From trading things, we evolved to sharing things, then one day, we shared a kiss - our very first. And that, revolutionized our whole worlds.
From that moment forth, I knew that she was The One and she knew that I was hers, at least, that's what's written in her journal - dated February 2nd, 2003. I no longer thought solely for my gain, I now thought of her too. She was part of my world and I was part of hers - we shared a world together. Fast forward to my 21st birthday, and the epic marshmallow. What more could a man want for his birthday?
Today, I turned 24. No marshmallows. Only memories. Three short years have changed everything. But the memories have kept me going. For her. And for them, our children. That one day, they will learn about her and keep these happy memories alive. I wipe my tears off and call my children over. I tell them that we're going to the park for a picnic. When we arrive, I look towards the sky and I see her - her big marshmallow in the clouds. And then I smelt it…
Daddy! Marshmallow! My little girl points to me, excited. I think she's referring to the clouds, but she's actually not. Apparently, there's a guy in a truck giving out free marshmallows. I don't know whether to be weary or throw caution to the wind. Then I remember her and do the latter.