And I want to dive right in, only if you’re also there, waiting for me on the bottom. Love, I’d like to swim with you, and of course I’m so in love that the chance of getting drown is the last thing I could imagine and I care about. I suppose I should say something, of something so meaningful about you, me … about us. Again how could this mere writing move you?
The concept of love that I know is so abstract that I get annoyed a little thinking of how many ifs I need to figure out in different situations, with different persons. So you’re telling me that I have no options other than wait for the man to make a move as a woman? I couldn’t show how attracted I am with him? What if he thinks that I just let loose? But somehow, with you, it’s different. Magically, you made it easier, and I could never think of anything else other than how I could get so mesmerized when I’m in love. Of how many beauty moles you have on your face (it’s 14, anyways). Of how brown your eyes could get when the sunshine hits you. Of how pretty you curved a smile in your lovely perfectly sculpted face. How I thought I could never feel this much to a person anymore. You just proved me wrong
Like in a soiree and dancing to the music we’ve never tuned in before, I think, your love makes me clueless, but also I’m so sure of one thing: you. I’ve never been so sure of someone in this life before. And to the unsureness, would you always be there with me?
