I Am A Lucky One

Danyi Toval
P.S. I Love You
2 min readMar 3, 2018

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After coming back from walking the puppy I give him his breakfast, grab my laptop and seat on the couch, I’ve been avoiding talking to my boyfriend much because I am a little stressed out, you see… I am not working, plus I am a little angry at the world, and as the world doesn’t care, I take it out on my boyfriend.

I am not being actively rude, or mean, I am just not really “present”. And, so I grab my laptop and seat on the couch to work on my resume, and browse jobs, (which I fully do not want to do because I am thinking about switching a “job” for a “career”, but here I am looking anyways). I can see my boyfriend from the corner of my eye getting ready for work, he is telling me something that I can’t fully grasp as I am really trying to ignore him, (I really don’t know why though, he is not the reason I am upset; obviously, and I know this, but I am stubborn, so I just want to be angry about something.)

He comes to the living room and says something else, but I keep looking at my laptop. He seats across from me, looks at me, and says…

“Babe? I know you are stressed out, but know that I am here.”

“I am here even if it’s just to listen, because I know that sometimes you just wanna vent, I am here.”

Throughout this whole thing I am trying to just not give an inch, but I cave and look at him. He smiles.

“I love you, darling.”

“You are the love of my life, and I just want to make you happy.”

I can’t be angry at the world after that, and so I say: “I love you too sweetheart.” he holds me on his arms, I inhale deeply and my body relaxes against his, that familiar sense of being “home” engulfs me, and I think to myself… “I am a lucky one”

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Danyi Toval
P.S. I Love You

Drinks her coffe black, thank you very much. Art lover. Book worm. Openly geeky before it was “cool” to be one, (unfashionable and socially inept).