Do you ever just stare at someone, watch them do simple tasks and feel all giddy inside and just smile to yourself?.
They don’t know you staring and they are just effortlessly being themselves,totally unaware of your fascination — and that makes them all the more adorable?
This is what I want. I want someone to watch me take notes in church or fold my laundry, or read a book or just watch a movie.
I’ll have no idea he’s stealing a glimpse, so I’m my real self. His heart will flutter every single time he catches me being me.
I feel like I’ve spent years just longing for someone to love me, really love me. It’s brought me to tears so often. I thought I was being patient and waiting on the right guy, but I am not being patient or waiting at all.
I’m complaining that I don’t have someone, and when I did, it wasn’t healthy or the right timing or the right person – It was love but it wasn’t love.
Being a teenager and trying to find your significant other is the object and purpose of the game, huh? It’s what we really long for at the end of every day. Someone to cuddle with, someone to eat takeout with, and someone to just be with.
We get to a point where we will take what we can get. And that’s just wrong.
When I think I can’t, I’ll just wait one more day. And then the next. And the next and I know something great will happen. I’ll stop waiting and I’ll just start being. And when I can finally just be, he will come.
He probably won’t be what or who I expect and he won’t come when I expect him to. I know I’ve heard that a million times, but I hope it’s true.
I wish I heeded to this sooner. I really wish I would have. It finally hit me, hard that I desperately need to be alone to learn how to deal with myself before anyone else in the world would ever want to deal with me.
That doesn’t mean it’ll ever be easy to deal with me.
But then someone will fall in love with me when I ain’t even looking. I will just be me. He’d be stealing glimpse(s) and I would effortlessly be myself. I won’t have to try.
I’ll certainly be hard for him to deal with, but I know without a shadow of doubt, loving me will be his favorite thing to do and the easiest part of his day.
He’ll come out of nowhere and I won’t be looking for him at all. And when a man finally pursues me with the right intentions, things will fall together.
Maybe I wouldn’t want him, maybe convince myself he’s just being nice and don’t want no romantic relationship with him. Maybe he’d be fun, and we’d go on a few dates and that would be it. But that won’t be it at all and nature would just laugh hysterically at my thought process.
I have been pretty open to the world about my love life. I’ve written about it, I’ve talked about it, and I’ve joked about it. My dating life has really reflected a romantic comedy (emphasis on the comedy part). Maybe the universe is cheering for me to catch a good one, who knows right?
I’m not going settle for someone just because I’m bored or lonely. That
guy won’t ever make me the happiest I’m made to be, and I can’t — won’t love him the right way either. I don’t want to end up with someone else’s person(that’s no fun, tbh) so I’ll wait for mine.
Nothing will beat seeing the love in his eyes, and feeling it in every single embrace. And feeling those really big butterflies in your stomach, every single day. It’s magic.
It isn’t fancy dates and expensive gifts, it’s that one feeling you can’t fully explain.
It’s a beautiful, moving, unending, soul-shaking feeling. It’s what we dream about, it’s what everyone really wants.
And that’s what I’m waiting for, that’s what I want.