“nobody asked but you’re going to listen, because this may just be my favourite subject in the whole world. actually, this is my favourite subject in the whole world. this being she. she being..my wife, christelle. are you following?
you’re going to think i’m lying but i’m really not a romantic. i swear to god. i grew up thinking it wasn’t cool for guys to be in touch with their feelings romantically - it wasn’t fragile masculinity...well, i suppose it was...but that’s how i felt. i was a grown ass eighteen year old still believing that girls had cooties and outwardly saying ‘bros before hoes...homosapien of the female variety’, like a douchebag.
...and then i came to st judes, laid eyes on her, and then the 5ft7 pain in the ass called malaki a few seconds later. don’t get me started on him, i could go on about it all day...no, he didn’t do anything to me other than have perfectly chiselled features and show interest in the love of my life. that was enough.
anyway, she’s the reason i don’t think real love is supposed to be the huge bomb of emotion everybody pretends it is. notice how all of those relationships fall apart? in my experience, it’s a switch that will only turn on for one person and when it is, it shines a big fucking unapologetic light on all of your flaws. it makes you look at them head on...you realise that actually, you’re not all that and no you don’t deserve to get the girl you want simply because wanting her is enough. you have to work on it, you have to be worthy. that’s what i did.
she’s taught me to be better in every single way; forming strong friendships before jumping into a relationship, being the best version of myself before even trying to compete with any other guys, knowing that words don’t mean anything and actions mean everything...how to gain maximum speed on a waterslide...she taught me it all. yeah. i don’t want to jump to conclusions but i’m pretty sure this is forever.”
