Once upon a time a boy pursued me. A boy…a guy? Who actually like me? and wanted to be in my presence? No way. This is dream. Usually I like someone and they kind-sorta show emotion back, but they usually just led me on and it just hurt in the end.
But not this one.
Doug was different. I took a chance on him. I wasn’t really in the mood for a date, until my roommate and best guy friend (his roommate) convinced me to just go on ONE date.
Sure. Why not. Free dinner and I get to look cute right?
He looked at me. Really looked at me. Hung on my every word. Listened to me. Left his phone in the car becasue I was the only person he wanted to talk to. He paid attention to the little details. Had me laughing at dinner effortlessly. We kinda talked about ghosts and our odd salad the resteraunt gave us for a while…lol.
So I went on a second date.
And a few more.
More dates? So he wanted to KEEP hanging out with me? In a romantic setting.
The day I knew I was falling for him…I had been thinking he was cute, and he ALWAYS wanted to hang out with me. Because he wanted to. Then one day he had made me dinner and flowers and dessert and played sinatra. The food was spicy and he just looked nervous but i ate it anyway lol. I just looked up at him and I thought to myself, “i don’t wanna be anywhere else but here right now…”
WHAT?! oh here we go.
Then he asked my dad to continue dating me. Then he asked me in the cathedral where he had first met me to be his girlfriend.
so the magic continued…and the love grew.
Never have I felt like I could be myself with someone before. It didn’t matter if i had just gotten out of bed looking like a mess. He didn’t care. He would do things, even little things to show that he cared about me. He was alwasy amking sure I was happy first, making sure i was comfortable.
He pushed me… pushed me to be better. Pushed me even in my own art career, always cheering me on from the sidelines even though he understands absolutley NOTHING about art. Told me how I was a good person when I felt I was being the worst.
He RESPECTED me. That was big. lol
And yes boys are boys and he could get grouchy and hardheaded (i mean he wants to be in politics for crying out loud lol) But he would always look at his mistakes and try and try to improve. Now that takes a lot for a person (and a MAN no doubt) to do!!!
I love him. When you love someone, you don’t love them becasue they’re perfect you love them and their imperfections. No is one perfect. I can be imperefect and completley blissfully happy with him.
Things get hard…sometimes I get difficult… (really difficult) but we get through it. He aways says that. Even when i was sure my actions would have sent him through the door gone for ever, he looked into my eyes and saud “I’m not going anywhere.”
Even though he will be gone for 5 months in Spain, “It will be ok.”
I love you.
I love Douglas Mede Radcliff / the white guy / my green eyed jeep guy / the one that talks to ghosts
I didn’t plan on it.
the goofball/ your puerto rican brown eyed girl / the wierd one