falling in love
it doesn’t need a guy with certain types, or criteria, or whatever you might call.
a height? a size of his palms? his smell? his smile? his hair? his choice of shoes? his brain? if he’s smart or not? no, dear. trust me it’s not.
as time goes by, all the checked points will be vanished. what’s left is the right guy. the right guy to handle you at your best and at your worst. that guy. who knows you in details. who knows that you are being proud and immature and childish and spoiled. who takes care of you like dad and older brother and being spoiled like your little brother and listens to you like a bestfriend. but he says he cannot see you as a mere friend or sister because he sees you as a woman. that guy who makes you feel always beautiful even when you are at your worst appearance, who makes you feel like a woman. not an ordinary one, but a woman who is wanted. who makes you feel like decent and deserve only good things. the guy whose imperfections do not matter to you because he doesn’t matter with yours too.
is he the right guy if he is like that? you will never be sure. but maybe you will not ever find the one who makes you sure. maybe you will just simply believe he is the one. so, are you sure he’s the one?
p.s: if you think of certain guy when you read this, i think you fall in love.












