Somewhere on planet earth lies the perfect match for each and every one of us, well at least this is what I choose to believe. To each, a happy ending, a closure, an answer. Waiting for it, adds to the suspense and increases its value and makes one appreciate it a little bit more. These days, I am learning a very powerful lesson. I am learning how to be patient, I am rediscovering my self-control, I am curbing in my curiosity.
Talking to your crush on a daily basis does not make things easier. The things I would love to tell him, starting from "I miss you" and ending with "Why don't you tell me that you like me?" However, I have to be patient. This is not because I am following the fairy tale protocol where the guy has to confess first. On the contrary, I am not afraid of saying it to him, it's the reaction I will get that is making me halt and think twice each and every time I gather the courage to say what I really want to say.
A friend of mine, Feminine Fantasy to be precise, is 300% sure that we are already treating each other as boyfriend-girlfriend and whenever the subject comes up, she would start to laugh hysterically about how each of us is oblivious to the other's apparent affection and admiration. I hate to admit it, but I am a gullible person when it comes to this part. I do not do the small tiny signs that might and might not show whether the person likes me or not. However, I will detect a budding love story miles away. Crazy, I know, believe me. I have been living with that piece of work (myself) for 20 years.
Yeah, and Fantasy believes that he will confess on the last day of my exams and I find that completely ridiculous! Want to know why? Because he is the most patient person I have ever met in my life and I live on the fast lane most of the time. You can only imagine the bloody patience practice I go through every time we talk together. Gee! As if that is not enough, he is too mysterious and I am too curious. Why on earth, why, do I like him that much. We are too different! This is the frustrated H talking here.
But as we talk together, I feel that I am changing, I realized that around him, I am calmer, which is huge but welcomed change. The best part of it is that he didn't even ask me to change, he did not tell me: "you are too hyper, calm down a bit" No, he just left me be. When we talk, or when we see each other, he is the only man who gets to see the most intimate part of me -emotionally speaking- He gets to see a side of me that is reserved for him and only him.
To be honest, I do not that much about him and neither does he know anything about me. But, he is that person that makes things nice and safe, fuzzy and warm and you feel like you are phoenix, born out of the ashes of your misery. For a while, I forget everything bad, everything negative and I just smile.
Today's song-post for the Mystery Man is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rC8wZBT2SZg
Peace Out! H!
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