Sending Pictures

I want to write about a sweet story- just in case I forget.

There was a guy I knew who said he loved me. He wanted to marry me. He had even talked to his grandparents about me. And his dreams were pretty straightforward too- that I leave everything behind and join him in a life of bliss. (Yes, he was mormon.)

Why he told me any of this, I’ll never know. I repeatedly told him I was not interested in any kind of relationship with him and that was out of his mind to be so attached to anyone that he knew so little about.

I was right btw- I was easily replaced when he discovered his fantasies with me would never be. The other girl will suit his needs tolerably. XX chromosome and all.

But there was a valentines day, he sent me flowers. I politely thanked him- in all honesty I was flattered and embarrassed beyond reason and felt the need to pay him back for the compliment.

So he sent me a text. All he asked in return was a picture of me to keep on his phone.

I’m glad I had one on my phone at that time because taking a new one was out of the question- I was so nervous, there was no way it would have turned out alright. So I didn’t think about it, and just hit send. >///<

Of course, he told me it was perfect and he showed it to all his friends and kept his phone with him at night when he slept or felt lonely. And I regretted sending it. Lol.

But I just wanted to record in blog history about this incredibly sweet gesture. It’s amazing that it happened to me of all people.

Just thinking about it.