Dating : We Should Fall in Love More

It’s 8:01 PM on a Wednesday night and I have completely procrastinated on this blog. I’ve left it untouched. Blocked the thought of it in my brain because I don’t know how to write it. I’ve realized that over the years of me writing, I tend to acknowledge the sad things in my life more. I can’t explain why, maybe because it’s easier for me to write a whole blog on a sad moment rather than a happy one. If you ask me, it makes no sense, because I know my life isn’t full of just sad moments.

I have a lot of things that make me happy, I’ve lived a lot of moments that have left me smiling, but for some weird reason, I never seem to write about them. Maybe it’s due to the fact that I fear no one will care about my happy moments; if it’s something sad, at least someone can relate. Or maybe it’s because I want to treasure these moments more, keep them to myself …Or maybe I’m just a terrible writer and can’t get my words across.

Whatever it is, I can’t explain it. However, I’m tired of writing sad blogs. So as I sit on my bed on this Wednesday night, I’m gonna write a happy blog.

Writing about my best moments is hard when I’m trapped at home unable to see the people that make me laugh. Quarantine has been hard; all I want to do is go out with my friends. But over the weeks, days, and hours of me just lying in my bed, I have become grateful for the life I have. Before this quarantine, I never truly saw all that I had. I was able to wake up every morning and go to a school full of people who make me smile and support me. I was able to go to the beach with friends and family and be carefree. I was simply able to get into a car and go anywhere I pleased. Now, I can’t. There are a lot of things, a lot of people whom I love and make me happy. The irony is I didn’t truly realize it until it was taken away from me.

I read a poem by Courtney Peppernell. I would share it but it’s awfully long, so instead, I’ll summarize it. In her poem, she writes about how people should fall in love more. Not just with other people, but with the small moments in life that we take for granted. Part of the poem goes: “People should fall in love more. Fall in love with the way your coffee swirls as soon as you pour the milk inFall in love with the way your coffee swirls as soon as you pour the milk in. Fall in love with the look your dog gives you when you wake up. Fall in love with the rare moment when your cat doesn’t ignore you. Fall in love with the person who tells you to have a good day…” As I read this poem, literally locked away in my room, I related to this piece of writing more than I have ever related to anything else in my life.

God knows how long we’ll be locked up in our houses. How many more boring hours we’ll pass at home. So this time I’ve decided to write about the things I love. The small moments that make my heart beat a little louder. I hope you can love them as well.

I love the sound of raindrops hitting against a car window.

I love the feeling of a soft, cozy blanket wrapped around my cold body.

I love the sound my record player makes right before the songs play.

I love the look that my friends give me when they’re happy.

I love my mom’s laugh.

I love the guitar string scars I have on my fingertips.

I love reading a new book and being 100% hooked on it.

I love the smell of freshly cut grass, even though it makes me sneeze sometimes.

I love the taste of avocados even though I’m allergic.

I love the sound my camera makes when I take a new photo.

I love the feeling of the wind hitting my body.

I love swimming in the ocean.

I love climbing up tall trees.

I love phone calls with people that last till 4 am.

I love smiles that strangers give you at random times of the day.

I love my dad’s hugs and his insanely loud laugh.

I love dumb jokes people tell to make me smile.

I love my collection of teddy bears that I have on my bed.

I love late-night car rides with my friends as we blast music and roll the windows down.

I love dancing at night to Rex Orange County on full volume.

I love learning new songs on the ukulele.

I love teasing my friends in the middle of the hallways.

I love lying down at night to look up at the stars even though the dark scares me.

I love the graffiti I see when I walk down a street.

I love a lot of things, too many to continue listing. I miss the things I love, I miss the people I love.

It’s 8:34 PM on a Wednesday night, I wrote a happy blog. And I love it.