If love didn’t require tact and patience; if love was not contingent on right moves, I’d be sending you this tonight.
I am the kind of person who plunges in headfirst and the kind who has scars to prove that.
My eyes are seldom party to the crime of falling in love. The responsibility of attraction rests solely on my brain. The idea of people is what appeals to me. I fall for characters.
But with you it was different; your face jumped at me with a speed that would shame rays of light. I almost couldn’t look at you for too long without sighing.
I almost chose not to approach you; to not be greedy; to take the high road because I was afraid of breaking the spell. But wine took over and I reached out to you. You were every bit as humbling a person to speak with as you were to look at. I could tell I sparked something in you too.
We have decided to go out.
I really really really like you. Please be there. I mean please be there the way i have imagined it. Sparkling, funny, nonjudgmental, open and kind. Oh and fragrant!
Disturb me. Meet my thoughts with your strong opinions. Make me disagree a little and have precise ideas about what you want. Maybe even some utopian aspirations. The courage to do something and the balls to own up to it.
I promise to make eye contact but if you were to look back into my eyes in a way that stops my air supply, I assure you the most entertaining, awkward yet quirky expressions. Lean in when I talk. And if I end up wanting to kiss you, please kiss me back softly and then don’t take too long to grab me by my hair. Lets lose our breaths and our senses, one by one.
It has been a really long run, chasing chances. Please be it. Please exist.
P.S: If I wasn’t worried about scaring you, I’d ask you to meet me tonight at the promenade with a bottle of wine and I would bring my soft blanket – both of us dressed for bed. Maybe I’ll save that for our second date. Or maybe you’ll suggest it first.