My face grows into a grin whenever I speak of him. It's not him really, it is finally the breath of fresh air, I feel just liking him and living in that space. We are not close enough for me to really be disappointed by anything he does, we haven't set any boundaries, made any rules, we just exist. The "real me" personality, the hippie soul is loving every moment of it, and has locked "sensible woman, I just wanna settle down" in a closet. Good, I hope she stays there, her assumptions and hopes always leave me feeling heavy when I feel disappointed, but hippie girl you can only hurt that heart she keeps wearing on her sleeve.
I just know....
he listens
he held my hand when he thought I would get emotional
he leads but watches and responds to my cues
he speaks to me, gives me a glimpse of the real him, no games
he answers when i need him, but also just when i want him
he changed my opinion, every man I go out with doesn't have to be someone I see a future with
he's not perfect, his attitude on dating is pretty messed up, but he is close to where he know what he wants/needs to do and deciding to do it
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