I have a date, A Date! I was panicked slightly. I was panicking yes. It was my first date you see, we were going to an art museum, me and coeur. It was going to be amazing. I didn't have any plans necessarily as to what I was going to do with her. I would just go there and figure it out.
But really I had everything planned, my brain would not have let me sleep otherwise. So anyway, I picked out and made a bouquet of daisies from our flower shop. Dressed up all dandy and went out for the date.
We were going to meet up at this cafe close by and then go to the museum, i wAlked there, all nervous and a wreak. what if i fucked it up? i thought, quickly getting rid of it. It wasnt to think up negativity or you'll create it. I was waiting... and waiting... and waiting... until the sun was high up and coeur was still nowhere to be seen.
I had been stood up, i thought, I had waited for the last 2 hours, the daisies resting on the table. I was beginning to lose hope, really why did I think that someone like coeur would actually want to go out on a date with me. she was gorgeous... and I was, well, me.
The barista looked almost worried by my sudden lack of hope. She almost sensed it, haunting my thoughts i suppose, looking into me, through me, across me, outside, i followed her gaze to see a girl who looked like coeur, almost getting hit by a car, twice, as she crossed the road to enter the cafe. "Hi!", she said to me, looking embarrassed.
"Hey", i responded back, nervous, she was late.
"I'm sorry I'm late", She said, "It's all right really", i said, it wasn't. "Here have the flowers, i got them for you", I said, "Thanks!" She replied, gushing. we went out and to the museum. She explained on the way why she was late, she was at the Hospital, didn't say why, and about her family. It was all right, i suppose, it was reasonable. I wasn't one to push for more than someone would like to share.
We entered the gallery, it was an amateur one really, she yabbled on about the art pieces, i looked at her mesmerized by how she knew all this. the piece in front of us was apparently called the garden of death, by hugo simberg, it was quite terrifying to my eyes, skills staring at you as it tended to flowers on shelves. it had a unique charm to it, i found it melancholic, and we moved on, so did the date.
It went amazingly, i came back home with heaven in my eyes and sat against the door for a while.
