When I see you…

And, when I see you, maybe five years from now, I would show you my engagement ring, and tell you that I met a great guy who treats me really well. I would tell you, that he makes me laugh. He doesn’t treat me like I’m fragile, because he knows I’m not. He doesn’t try to save me, he knows that I would destroy anything and anyone that dare ever mess with me. He knows I’m a dragon who spews fire from her mouth, and he loves me anyway. He loves me for my sharp mind, and my even sharper mouth. He makes me go absolutely crazy. There’s not a dull moment in my life with him. He loves arguing with me, for he knows how much I love it. He never lets me win, he always argues with all he’s got, which is just the way I like it. Whenever he introduces me to someone, the first thing he says is, “this chick is crazy and I love her.” Then, he looks at me like I’m the sun to his sky.

I would tell you, that his smile is like my very favourite love song. When it’s 2AM, and I can’t sleep because I’m still hungover on that book I just read, he comes and sits with me in the living room, then falls asleep on the couch because he was too sleepy to stay awake any longer. I would be cooking in the kitchen, and he would pull me to him, and start dancing like a crazy person. When we go for long drives in the evening, he pulls off just to kiss me. He looks at me like I put all the stars in the sky when he thinks I’m not looking. He sits there and listens to me cry over fictional characters like it’s something sane people do every day. He tells me I’m crazy, but that he loves me for it. He loves me, like you never did.

-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

106 thoughts on “When I see you…

  1. It’s funny, that assumption of fragility we assign to the women we love.
    I won’t lie; nothing makes a man feel fantastic like a woman lying in his arms and allowing herself to feel small, protected, and vulnerable – but it’s certainly something that is, ideally, reciprocal.
    I digress – do you think this sort of man you describe is hard to find, or just hard to bring forth?

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