The Girl With The Purple Glasses

Love

        Let's start with love. Such a simple word, one to be thrown around and used. I mean that's what people think right? What is love?

         People ask this question all the time, they say it like you breath air not giving it time to develop with time. I used to be a strong believer in all the magical fairytale love stories. Just keeping in mind how they could come true for me. All though they never really came true,  well because they're fairytale of course.

         Now when it came to movies, I'm a sucker for a romantic movie, unless of course you're with your best friend and her boyfriend while being single, that's always fun!

          I always told my friends that I would probably marry the guy who can make me see sex as more than just sex, and make me believe in love again.

         When I met Harry I wasn't sure if I'd like him. He's tall, brown thin hair, big blue eyes, goofy way that he walks. Didn't know if I could get past the laugh.

          It started with Facebook, then text messages, then visits with friends, to driving for miles to no where, all leading up to now. But before I began, I'd like to tell you about the little intricate things that just pop out to me about Harry.

         He's a very simple man. Just turned 22. He's a listener, I would go on and on about stories about pointless things never reaching a point, but he remembers it all and let's me know he's listening, "Don't worry, I heard everything you said." At night when I would leave he would place his had on the window like placing a book mark in an unfinished book. I never noticed till about the third time he had done it. I've never asked him why he does it. Maybe he's saving his place to catch up where he left off for another night.

          You know that feeling you get when you feel the presence of someone staring at you, I get that feeling everyone I'm with him. I catch him, I catch him looking at me the way he does, he looks at me like he's trying to place pieces to a puzzle that has a bunch of in matching parts.

          "Oh my god." Harry says looking over at me while we drove south, "What?" I giggled back. Harry looks at me and just says, "You." I hear this about a thousand times a day. And I never get tired of it.

         While we drove north,  I feel him slip his long hands on my thigh and just lay it there. When music played he would try to tap his fingers to the beat of the song. Sometimes yes that would get annoying but it was still so adorable.

        Every night that I see Harry, the way I park my car I have to turn around, I look out my window back at him to make sure he gets inside his house. For an example about a week ago, as I was leaving Harry's, I was kissing him good bye, "make sure you wait till I wave." I said to him, "I always do every night." I looked at him, he said, "what?" "you didn't last night." I giggled at him. "Every night before I turn I look at you and wave bye, and when I went to last night you were already inside, haha!" He just looked at me and laughed, "I will."

        its funny. At times Harry and I will look at each other and want to say something to each other but we hold on so tight to our tongue we just never say it. I always knew he wanted to say those words even way before we even started going out. I could tell by the way he looked at me. The way he would place his had on that window before I pulled away. The way I would catch him starring at me. I could tell he wants to say it.

        We always find things to talk about. Every subject we've already gone over it maybe even twice. I'm never bored. Its just the way he makes me feel. Its not his looks. Not the way he dresses. Not even his money is what made me stay. It was the way he treats me and I can see how he is. He's so caring, he loves so easy, his heart hasn't had many battles that its fought but the one it had, I can see torn it apart. I can't tell if he trust too easy or not enough, he's hard to read.

        There never been a time in my life where I feel I've made a right choice, but when I look at Harry I feel like maybe this once isn't so bad. I feel like he would never get tired of me, like he would never give up. And when I need space that he'll wait for me, he'll wait for me to not be so upset at myself or other, mainly its other. 'lets give this about two months, then we can say it.' that what I tell myself when I feel like I should say it. I don't want to rushing a contract without reading over the terms and conditions.

       Just as Colbie says, "So I'm hiding what I'm feeling. But I'm tired of holding this inside my head. I've been spending all my time just thinking about you, I don't know where to. I think I'm falling' for you. I've been waiting all my life, and now I found you. I don't know what to do, I think I'm falling' for you."

P.S.

I think I love you