All these years my thoughts of a perfect guy for me are too high above hyperspace. I was trapped in the illusion of the ideal boyfriend. So, I was not interested in real boys. I was interested in the idea of a Landon Carter, a little charm, swag and wealth from Chuck Bass, and a part of Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy's mystery and chivalry. But I haven't realized that I am putting myself in custody, behind the bars of fiction, because I am no Jamie Sullivan, Blair Waldorf and definitely not (at all) Elizabeth Bennet. I went a little contemporary, but God forbid things for better things to happen.
If I'm gonna have a boyfriend, on top of it all, he's gonna be filthy rich. He'll drive me to school with his BMW. He will take me places and give me fancy dinners every week.
(He doesn't have a BMW, he doesn't even have his own car yet. He takes me to fancy dinners once or twice a year. But I learned to appreciate things that don't come so often and were worked hard for.)
If I'm gonna have a boyfriend, he'll be sporty. He'll be quarterback or team captain.
(He's not sporty which makes him neither a quarterback nor team captain. He played a little soccer and was quite good at it, but of course, it was P.E. But I appreciate having more time with a guy who doesn't have to attend basketball practice.)
If I'm gonna have a boyfriend, he'll be a really good dancer. Guys who can dance are jaw-droppers. A guy who can sing would be okay too.
(He doesn't dance. I mean, he COULDN'T dance. His body was not meant for dancing. In fact, he doesn't have a talent anyone could see. But it sure is funny when I try to make him dance, I couldn't laugh harder with any other joke. And when he sings sweet songs to me, I know it's a big effort for him, I could cry an ocean of tears of joy.)
If I'm gonna have a boyfriend, I want a really smart guy who's good at Math. I'd have someone to teach me because I love Math. But Math doesn't really love me. It's complicated.
(He's relatively smart, but he sucks at Math. In fact, he failed his Calculus. But it's fun to feel like you're the smart girlfriend when you're the one who helps him with his Math problems... and getting rid of his X.)
If I'm gonna have a boyfriend, he'll be poetic. He's the one who will make me understand that words are love.
(He's sensitive and sweet, but definitely not poetic. He's a man of few words, and when we fight I always get the upper hand because he couldn't explain himself. He could not put his train of thoughts into words. But it's sweet when he tries to make an effort, big things come in small packages.)
(Feb. 23)
And because he's not wordy, he let others provide words for him. Haha!
Happy 2nd anniversary!
(P.S. He doesn't draw too, that's his friend's drawing)
God might have given a humongous twist to my requests but I couldn't be any happier :')
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