The thing about romance and love… Well, let’s just say it’s some weird shit. Would you think that one day, you might actually fall in love with a voice?
I heard your voice for two weeks, and you drew me in with just that. I was too shy to turn and face you, to discover the face with the mouth that uttered a splendor.
You weren’t serenading or speaking poetically, it was simply your voice. My body and my brain interpreted it as one of my favorite songs.
It seeped under my skin and found its way to a locked chest in which I’ve buried my emotions…
Days and days later…. coincidence revealed your face. It’s not that you have extraordinary beauty, but to me, the beauty I saw was enough.
Maybe it’s because I’m a hopeless romantic that I fall for someone so easily, or maybe it’s because of you.
I just wish that the eyes I caught staring weren’t a work of my imagination.
I wish that the reason you always sit behind me is because you want to be as close as possible or you want me to know that you exist.
I know I’m going to regret these words afterwards.
I guess part of me enjoys being fragile and exposed.
I really need to be loved. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced true love or any sort of love. That’s why I get attached so easily. To me, it’s a chance at love. The warm fuzzy feelings you get in your stomach. The smile that draws itself on your face simply by a thought. The safety you feel by merely a gaze.
I’m a hopeless romantic. I think in a poetic way. I imagine things that I know would never happen.
I’m fragile and exposed.
But at least-