The guy whose depth and sex appeal of eyes I’d never seen anything like before.
The guy who courted me the right way.
The guy who took his time getting to know me.
The guy who always opened the car door for me, and reflexively pushed back the chair for me.
The guy who always wanted to sit next to me at tables in restaurants, as opposed to across from me.
The guy who didn’t try to be witty or to show off.
The guy who was masculine in essence.
The guy who was sweet and noble in character.
The guy who told me he thought I was the girl he’d been waiting for his whole life, over stuttered, shy, careful words…
The guy who told me he wouldn’t mind marrying me.
The guy who told me wanted to be with me, always.
The guy who told me he wanted to be as close to me as possible.
The guy who told me it was me and him, “fuck everybody else.”
The guy who told me he would kill my enemies with me and be clutch for me.
The guy who told me he would never want me out of his life completely.
The guy who told me he would always have romantic feelings for me.
The guy who told me he couldn’t say no to this gorgeous face.
The guy who made breakfast for me every morning.
The guy who didn’t text or get texts from any girls.
The guy who put me above his friends and school.
The guy who made me cum so consistently, and more times I ever had in my life.
The guy who always had free time for me.
The guy who said “Whatever you want,” concerning what to do.
The guy who would drive a hour to my house just at the suspicion that I’m crying on the phone.
The guy who would pick a fight with a guy on the street at the sight of him hitting on me.
The guy who would reflexively defend me when I’m in a fight with anyone.
The guy who would say, “No, stay, just sleep over, because I care about you,” after a fight instead of letting me drive home for a hour at night.
The guy who would push my hood back, and make me face him and not hide in the middle of a fight.
The guy who would pull me back into his house instead of letting me go home.
The guy who would drive to my work to talk it out, instead of fight through text.
The guy who persisted and saw gold in me.
The guy who told me before meeting me, he was kinda just doing whatever, but after knowing me, he had something to be happy about.
The guy who would say “April… why are you still crying?” in bed, in silence, before falling asleep.
The guy who was masculine enough to fix and make things, like my car lights or stereo.
The guy who was manly enough to always drive and make me sit in the passenger seat.
The guy who was manly enough to always be able to realize our plans through planning and world-knowledge.
The guy who would exercise with me and make sure I got a real work out.
The guy who sang to me in the car on the drive home from Vegas.
The guy who was so reliable and always picked up my call or called me back.
The guy who would remember our plans and never leave them unfinished - in the beginning.
The guy who was finally decent, honest, and loyal.
The guy who had swag, but dressed casually (perfect).
The guy who had a strong back.
The guy who was in touch with survival and the out-doors.
The guy who knew little things here and there about health.
The guy who accepted my crazy interests.
The guy who loved food and to cook. :)
The guy who just liked to chill.
The guy who gave me his all.
“But only I can live my life,
And only I can feel my heart break.”
You never thought it would happen, did you?
“Love isn’t safe. And whoever you love will hurt you. It’s part of the human experience. No one is perfect… people make mistakes. The secret is to focus on what they do right and decide what quirks you can live with.”
“we’re both the same way. sensible girls but when we love we throw any rationality out the window”