There was always this idea of you — this smart, quiet, grumpy yet beautiful girl who, in an instant, made my heart flutter. I wondered if someone like you could still be insecure about anything at all. With just one look, my heart started racing. It felt like I was about to launch a nuclear bomb at you.
When you asked me what kind of object I would represent myself with, I said an umbrella. When I asked you the same question, you said a mirror. I told you I chose an umbrella because, whether it shines or rains, you’ll still want me near — for your own good, of course (only for you). You said you picked a mirror because you like copying others. I laughed, but after hearing your answer, I also wanted to be a mirror — not because I wanted to imitate others, but because I couldn’t see myself without you.
I don’t believe in love at first sight, but that’s only because I am a liar. How could I ignore someone whose beauty should only exist in imagination, yet yours is real? You’re the reason reality is better than dreaming. From the moment you entered my life, you never failed to occupy my thoughts. I guess love doesn’t announce itself — it just happens.
Earlier today, a girl kept touching my arms, holding onto me, and even pressing her face against my back. I don’t know if it was my perfume or if she thought I was gay, but it was uncomfortable — it gave me the ick. At first, you laughed at my suffering, clearly enjoying the moment. But as time passed, your concern grew. After 40 minutes of torment, you said something I never expected:
“Go to the bathroom, then I’ll take your seat, so she won’t touch you anymore.”
Of course — anything for you.
When I returned, I acted surprised and annoyed, but deep inside, I couldn’t hide my smile. I couldn’t hide my happiness. No wonder I fell in love with a woman like you.
I just want you to know — you’ve made me feel more loved in a month than someone I’ve known for years.
Do you feel it too? Or are you just this friendly with everyone?
I used to not care. But now I do.
You make me feel complete. And no matter the odds, I’ll be here for you — because that’s exactly how you make me feel.
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Editor’s Note: This piece is a contributed submission. The views and emotions expressed are those of the writer.
