The thing is, you should know you are lucky.
You should understand that in a world that gives and takes away, that does not always allow us to have everything we need, let alone what we want, you are lucky.
You are lucky to have the things you have. Anything you have, is very fortunate.
And you are lucky to have her. And if you can’t understand that, then you need to learn to do so. You should know you are lucky, you should know better.
You should shower her with flowers, and words of praise and grattitude. Wear a pin. On your shirt. To remind yourself of how lucky you are that she woke up this morning and thought of you. That she looked at you that way. That she baked you those cookies and she made you dinner and she showed up to see you. To just see you. You lucky lucky boy.
And you have always been lucky. I can tell by the way you look at her. Look at them. Like you don’t exactly know. Like you don’t know what you are or what you’ve done. Like you fell into the soft cradle of beautiful women at a very green age, and have found the comforting nook of a neck whenever you needed it. You might think they are great. You might think they are extraordinary, these beautiful creatures who love you without reserve. But you don’t think they are rare, and you don’t feel lucky to have them.
And I know it’s not your fault. And I know you don’t know better. But you should know better.
Because she feels lucky to have you. Every time she sees you or smells you or you touch her. But she might forget one day. Or worse: curse the arrows of outrageous fortune who brought her the bright and shiny ingrate you have proven to be.