Sunday, March 2, 2014

To the Guy Who Proclaims His Love For Me


Thank you for always saying you like me and honestly knowing that someone likes me makes me happy. I know I'm not that pretty, I'm not funny nor good at talking. I am hopelessly in love with fictional characters but you don't find me weird. You know that I am someone who loves books more than boys, prefers reading than kissing but you still treat me like a normal being. I mean, of course I am normal, it's just that most guys want someone who is outgoing and adventurous and funny and cute. But you know I am not any of those. I'm not a clown that leaves you laughing on the floor. Nor am I a trophy girlfriend who you can brag with your friends. I'm not funny, I'm dumb. You think I'm innocent but really I'm just child-like. I am a 21 year old girl that have a maturity of a toddler and with some little fairy dust, you think I am imperfectly perfect. Not everyone can see me in that kind of light but you did.


You're never persistent just patient. You're never boring always unpredictable. You said I am very transparent and emotional and that you can trace the wrinkles in my forehead when I am angry even with your eyes closed. But I am rarely angry and it takes a lot of effort to make me mad but when it comes to you, I always lose my filter. We are a big ball of contradictions.


We can spend time in the phone talking, but mostly you talking. I am very private and always draw the line and you've never crossed that. I am happy that you did, but sometimes I wish you would cross that line. See? I can't even make up my mind. You read books I've read so when I talk about it you won't be left out. You did that eventho you want to play basketball outside. You hate chick flicks but you watch it anyway. 


After my wild pursuit of happiness and countless failed relationships, (not that I have many), I thought there is something wrong with me. But you managed to change my mind and help me look at the world in different perspective. You're shameless and reckless and funny. You know how to tear the walls I have built. You did it gently, carefully. Always taking me in consideration.



You're a fool for liking me but I am the bigger fool for rejecting a wonderful man. I know I will regret it someday but really there are things I cannot reciprocate. You know I tried. I know I am selfish and a coward. Sometimes I wish you'll get mad at me because then it would be easier for you to forget me and for me to leave you. But you are stubbornly understanding, you never get mad nor raised your voice at me no matter how unreasonable I might be. You always have that brave face of yours but when the curtains are down you hide yourself in the shadows and cry.



I did like you. I do care for you. We're still young, I know you will find someone who will cherish you more than I can offer. But really, thank you.