Tuesday, June 01, 2004
My yellow umbrella
My umbrella is gone and my heart feels broken. I know it sounds ridiculous but I feel more sad at the loss of my umbrella than when I lost my cell phone. Phil gave me that umbrella at the beginning of our relationship. It's the only present he's ever given me and now it's gone. It was the perfect umbrella too. Just small enough to fit in my purse. It was a bright yellow and it came with a sleeve.
I remember I thought it was the kindest gesture. He was on his way to my house but he stopped at The Gap first. While he was there picking out clothes he called to see if I needed anything. He asked if I would like an umbrella. I thought it was strange at first but I said, "Sure I could use and umbrella". That's when he bought me the prettiest bright yellow umbrella. It was perfect. He said that he couldn't buy all this stuff for himself and not buy me anything. We had just started dating and I thought it was the sweetest thing. I treasured that umbrella.
I remember hanging it on the back of my chair when I went to Vintage last night. I didn't realize it was missing until an hour later and by then the bar had closed. I went by to check and see if they had it today and the bartender said no. She offered me a replacement umbrella but I said it was a gift and I went on my way. My heart felt immediately broken. Whomever borrowed it will never know how much that little thing meant to me. I feel foolish but it's true.
I remember I thought it was the kindest gesture. He was on his way to my house but he stopped at The Gap first. While he was there picking out clothes he called to see if I needed anything. He asked if I would like an umbrella. I thought it was strange at first but I said, "Sure I could use and umbrella". That's when he bought me the prettiest bright yellow umbrella. It was perfect. He said that he couldn't buy all this stuff for himself and not buy me anything. We had just started dating and I thought it was the sweetest thing. I treasured that umbrella.
I remember hanging it on the back of my chair when I went to Vintage last night. I didn't realize it was missing until an hour later and by then the bar had closed. I went by to check and see if they had it today and the bartender said no. She offered me a replacement umbrella but I said it was a gift and I went on my way. My heart felt immediately broken. Whomever borrowed it will never know how much that little thing meant to me. I feel foolish but it's true.
