My heart sang as you strummed the guitar with your fingers, to the tune of the songs I like. You laughed, embarrassed, saying it was all out of place. But for me, it was amazing – that moment and everything in between. As you looked at me, the afternoon light from the window lit up your brown eyes. They were beautiful like they’ve always been – and in them, your sincerity, where it always has been.
You’re like that guy from a romance film about a perfect love. You’re that guy when people say “do guys like that still exist?” Because you’re that guy who wears his heart on his sleeve, who loves because you could, and not because you would. That day, you were like a prince who came out of a fairytale Continue reading