Right now I am neglecting homework so I can type this while it is fresh in my mind. It's a secret that I've kept hidden for well over a year.
In the end are my attempts trival and quixotic? Does anything I do matter? Hmmmm. It made me think of the spoons. I remember when I first asked you about them. You told me yes, that you did give them to her. But that was it. At the time you did not explain thier signifigance. I thought nothing of it and wondered why she rubbed it in my face.
Months passed before you told me. You told me who gave them to you and what thier purpose was, and then you told me again that you had given them to her. I didn't cry but I wanted to. You told me about the time that she handed you one of the spoons and how angry you had become with that action of hers. I always imagine her bithday...
Her dad at the head of the table, her older sister and little brother to the left of him, her mom at the table's other end, then her and you to the left of her mother. She had to be sitting next to her mom, I'm sure. You all had dinner and that was fine and dandy. You two go to her room and while she is turned the other way, you pull the little bag containing the spoons out. Her face lights up and then I hear her words over Myspace, "He wants to marry me! Ask him about the spoons!"
The other occurance I can't ever seem to imagine except one part, the part where she forces the spoon into your hand. But I digress, this is not what I came here to say.
I used go to sleep wishing that I would dream of the one who gave you the spoons. I would wish that that person would come to me in my sleep and whisper, "Tell him to get them back. Tell him I want him to get them back." Because deep in my heart, I didn't want her to have those spoons; especially since I knew thier meaning. And every night I would go through this process of thinking, "Tonight I'll be told and if not, I say nothing because it is not my place to interfere. If the person who gave him the spoons wants him to get them back, they will let it be known."
I was never told. I'm not sure if you were but I wasn't. To this day, I hope that I am told to tell you to get the spoons back. But like I said, it is not my place to say anything because I'm nobody. Especially now.
