As i lay my head on my pillow,

I thought the word: special.

How many times has ‘special’ appeared in my life…

Such times, I wish I could tell you, were countless…

So many that I don’t know where to begin…

Yet frankly…

Yet franky, ‘special’ has been a rare word in my life.

Special?

Special as in blowing out 17 candles…

Cuz 17 is magical (or supposed to be)

Special as in Robert and Franccesca’s four day romance…

Special as in not because it’s the first or because it’s the last...

For the family, the word has always been an entwinement between ‘love’ and ‘mine’…

I love you because you are my –

Mom, dad, son, daughter, grandma, yada yada...

For the buddies, its always been ‘best’, ‘good’, ‘forever’-

Friend.

How ridiculous, taking everything so literally…

Yet literal makes it a fact,

That I lived it the way it really was…

Bullshitting misunderstandings.

So i say,

Take literal gifts for granted,

Especially when dealing with ‘special’,

Cuz although an ‘I love you’ can be faked,

A ‘special’ is special enough to be fake-proof.