This year, do yourself a favour, fall in love. Not the kind of love you want, the kind you need.
Love the man that kisses you in the rain, just because. He may not be the kind to get you flowers and chocolates in a heart-shaped box, but will be the one to spend hours listening to the most insignificant details of your day and massage your feet while he’s at it.
Find the kind of man you believe is too amazing to truly exist, and love the hell out of him. Maybe forever, maybe for now. But love him. Let him make you believe in better, if only for a day. And then do it again the next day.
Love the man you want to look stunning for every day, but the one who calls you beautiful even when you’re sick and red-nosed and raggedy-ann like (and means it. His eyes will let you know he means it)
Love the man that consistently surprises you, with the way he loves you, with the way you love him. Like you never imagined possible (especially for yourself)
The man that makes you appreciate more than yourself; music and art and poetry and unexpected rain and speed-breakers!
Love the man that makes movie romance seem plausible and the words of songs tangible, achievable. A romance defined, not by the grand big moments that everyone would notice, but in the fleeting ones that seldom are, that surround us every day. With whom, the small spaces that make sense only to you start to feel like home. He may not be the one to create ‘the moment’, but he’ll be the one to stop time and truly experience it with you, as its happening, as the world lines it up, because he’ll be the kind to notice.
This year, fall hopelessly, ridiculously, painfully in love. This year, fall in love, not by choice, but by compulsion.