peppermint ice cream

peppermint ice cream.

My favorite.  The best thing. Ever.

I look forward to the limited time it's here.
September comes around and I start searching the freezer isle, anticipating peppermint ice cream. Counting down the days until I get peppermint ice cream.
I don't want any other kind. Not even chocolate peanut butter. Or cookies and cream.

Just.
Not interested.

Sure, I might have a little bit of something else if I really, really, really want ice cream...but, I've got my heart set on peppermint.

Seriously.
Peppermint ice cream.
Bliss.

Enjoy-it-while-it's-here-miss-it-when-it's-gone-bliss.

Adore it.
True story.


New story.
I got home from a long weekend with no internet access and found my fb feed full of friends announcing relationships.

I was jealous.
Seriously jealous.

I don’t want a relationship.  Why am I jealous about something I don’t want?

I’m not in a relationship.
We’re not a thing.

Because, life.
Because, long distance.
Because, no.

It’s not simple or straight forward.
Have you ever known me to do anything simple?

Then I realized.

He’s my peppermint ice cream.
my favorite.

It's not fair that all these people get their favorite, when I don't.
It's not fair that all these people get to say "look at me and my favorite," when I don't.

Sure, if I want chocolate, I can have chocolate.
Or vanilla.
Or rocky road.
Or all three.

They're all yummy, but they're not peppermint.

I want peppermint.
And I have to wait.
And that sucks.