What would it be like to fall in love with a writer?
What I'm actually wondering is, what would it be like for someone to fall in love with me. First thought: it would be boring. That's it. B.O.R.I.N.G. Or would it?
To the one out there who's risking it (yes, risking it) and making her way towards me, let me tell you, I'm not a hopeless case. Not yet anyway. I'm just another someone with a million dreams. Dreams that I see with my eyes wide open. My mind is always a mess of activity. I often imagines things that are impossible or will never happen. I suck at socialising and prefer staying alone. But why am I telling you all this? Makes it sound like I'm so messed up that I wouldn't think twice about you.
But here's something else. I like being alone, but that doesn't mean I will push you away or love you any less. I have a million dreams, but if you come along, I would dream of fulfilling all those dreams with you by my side. I suck at socialising so I would prefer sitting under the night sky with my arms around you.
Words are immortal. Once said, they cannot be taken back. Words are what I breathe, what I live for. Constantly plotting stories or situations to pen, my brain is always at work. If you come along, you'll be the subject of every writeup, be it funny or adorable.
Yes, I'm wierd . I talk to myself. Is that really strange? It's better than talking to people who judge you all the time. I'd write little notes for you because I know you don't always like reading long, touchy things. I wouldn't argue. Not because I'm content, but because I'm good at keeping my peace. Since the ideas in my head are always at war with each other, all the arguments are in my mind.
Anniversaries would be filled with letters and flowers. Nay? They'd include good food, chocolate and me in a good dress, ready to kiss you whenever you want me to or whenever I feel like. Every morning will commence with a promise, maybe a small one, and count on me to keep my promises. I have immense patience. I sit for hours together fighting with myself without any reason. So, trust me, I won't give up on us easily. I love soft music, but that keeps changing all the time. I can't dance. But I've always wanted to waltz around in the arms of my girl.
Maybe I'm the quiet kind, but I'd love weekend getaways to have one moment of crazy. We all need it at least once a while. I'd gladly go out with you and your friends if you want me to. I'd be a best friend and someone who loves you for who you are, never asking you to change.
I pour my words out on paper, wielding my pen like a weapon, jotting down the thoughts of so many people. When I'm with you, I'd use my lips to trace words on your skin and make vows to your mouth. I'd love you, love you more than ever, and never lesser than before. I'd want to spend silent evenings on the back porch, fingers entwined with yours, telling you about my day, and listening to how yours went. I know girls don't talk about anything that bothers them. But I'm a good listener, and comfort hugs will be sent forth at regular intervals.
What I'm saying is, things between us will be peaceful. Soft and romantic. Funny and ecstatic. Sometimes, even crazy. It's the little things that matter after all. I'm the entire package. I'd always keep you first on my priority list, always make you feel important, always love you. And all I'd want in return is for you to tell me that you're crazy about me too. Because otherwise, what's the point really?
So darling, are you willing to 'risk' being with me?
