This tale isn’t actually tragic. As in one of my Tragic Crush Tales
this one isn’t about the guy. This is all about my shortcomings. I’m in
no way perfect and I have to be ready to call myself out the same that I
would anyone else.
Boyfriend W is a really great guy. We
actually met a million years ago back in high school. We weren’t
terribly close, but we hung in the same circles and I always thought he
was a cool dude. Once we graduated we parted ways only to reconnect a
few years later to go to a concert. After that we lost touch for about a
decade or more with maybe a few times reaching out on Facebook here and
there. Of course in today’s fashion we reconnected through social media
and Tinder, of all places. I had just finished dealing with a top notch
and another who only saw me as a booty call. I was still trying to dip
my foot in the dating pond despite that. One night a guy from Tinder
blew me off.... ok he didn’t blow me off. He was taking to long…
No words can describe how you make me feel.
None can define how my face lights up when I think of you.
There’s no words to illustrate how the butterflies flutter in my stomach when we touch.
Nor the way my heart swells when I stare at you.
There’s not enough words in the English language that express how much I love you.
I say it often to make up for lost time.
But it’s never enough.
No words could tell you how much I appreciate you.
Not a word can define how much I love you for loving all of me.
Nothing can describe how fast I fell after the first kiss.
No words can expound how much I look forward to our future.
All of the laughs.
Nothing can describe how right we are for each other.
I don’t have the words to express how much I love you.
The only thing I can do it show you everyday.