Every time I promise myself I would never fall in love, it’s like Cupid DELIBERATELY smacks me in the heart. (And the boob. Apparently, boobs are very important in a relationship. Even though that makes no sense whatsoever.)
See, here’s the thing. I do NOT want to get married. I’m terrified of ruining some poor bloke’s life. But. I already like this bloke to death. His hair. His floppy dark hair – all over the place, misbehaving, literal shockwave of hair. His eyes. The way they crinkle when he smiles. And holy momma of all things sparkly – his smile. I don’t think I could ever explain the intensity or the brilliance. It’s like looking at a ring light. Like when it reflects in your eyes, and you feel, well, you feel beautiful. Beautiful-er.
He’s what would happen if Monët, Eminem, Beethoven, Shakespeare, Michelangelo and Ed Sheeran actually collaborated together. Serene yet disturbing, Magnificent, yet shadowed. Deep, yet you could look into his soul. If he let you, that is. He’s poetry, music and art all come to life. Even when he acts like a sass-mouthing fella, you think, Damn, that’s so sexy I can’t stand it!
He’s one of those people after R. Kelly, who wrote the song, You remind me of something, who could actually get away with objectifying you, because he treats you like you’re the only woman in his world, and he’s never going to hurt you. And he won’t let other guys look at you funny. He’d silence them with a glare.
And he actually loves you best when you’re in ratty batman tees, with no makeup on, singing into a hairbrush, being goofy, thinking nobody is watching. But he’s actually peeking and smiling to himself and when you catch him looking at you, he doesn’t let you be embarrassed because he’s so busy kissing the life out of you.
How do you not fall in love with a man like that? How do you hold back? Do you tell him you love him, and that yes, you want to be together, that you’d give anything to keep him forever? Or do you shut up, and keep your promise to yourself about not ruining the poor bloke’s life? What do you do?