Miss. who-has-my-heart,
I was lost in I-can-never-fall-in-love world. I never even intended to come out. But there you were standing outside with a smile and all those little things you probably don’t even care about pulled me. You pulled me so hard that if I ever fall back again, there’s no way coming out.
There are ways people fall in love. Some fall in love watching them sleep or listening to them talk. I remember that night, I was wide awake and you were half asleep. You had cold and I fell for that sneezing, shivering girl struggling with the handkerchief in her hand. Probably that’s what makes this feeling special, you fall for the weirdest of ways and in weird ways.
There’s nothing extraordinary about me or my love for you. I am just another crazy, madly in love, forever daydreaming and fantasizing kind of boy. This is no movie and I know for sure that happy endings are never promised. I can’t be as dedicated as Ross Geller and you can’t be as perfect as Rachel Green but I know for sure that I can be your lobster and even it will be okay if you don’t get these references.
I always imagine you and me sitting on a rooftop at 3 am in the morning with red wine and being high on those poems I keep reciting while looking at your lips move. There’s nothing extraordinary I expect, nor I want it to be. Besides, love is everything un-filmy. You and me, holding hands under the dining table while the family is around or cooking pasta together in the kitchen while our playlist keeps us busy with Ed Shreen’s songs are the only little moments I expect.
This letter took me seven songs, three nights and many conversations to write it.
So, if you are here, reading this and trying to figure it all out and getting ready to fire me with 200 questions, I want you to know that all my answers are YOU.
Love,
Mr. Who-have-lost-his-heart
Mr. Who-have-lost-his-heart