Prove Me Wrong

Tell me, what should I do?

Wise men say only fools rush in, but I can't help falling in love with you. And guess what, I wouldn't trade it for anything. I wouldn't trade you for anyone. I would never be able to exchange your smile or when you put your hair behind your ear while shyly looking to the ground for anything in this whole world. I can't even find something slightly worth to compare so I have to use these generalizations. If loving you and rushing to it, wishing so much to live by and for it, implies that I'll be called a fool, then count me in. Nevermind, because, after all, I already am.

Some things are meant to be, just like us. A thousand of threads, a thousand of ways and paths that our lives take and go to; a thousand of people that as soon and as quick as they arrive to help us in a needy moment, they go away with a piece of our souls. There's no way out, humans are made to suffer for the tiniest and simplest of things. I can't complain though, because that's what makes us be us. I can't complain because it means that we are space matters purely made of love and feelings and so these are our foods. You can't say something negative about this beauty behind our sometimes forgotten essences. Okay, I see, you can say and curse it for the winds but we all know that you don't actually mean it. It's just an angry reaction to some disappointment. How do I know it? Well, we trash feelings almost every single day of our existences, but we never cease to seek and experience them, do we?

I'm sorry, let's backtrack. That whole speech was just one of the billion effects you have upon me. You bring the best out of me, always. You make me stop everything and appreciate my surroundings and see that there is something worth living for. You are my thing worth living for. Of everyone I've ever met, you are the only one that actually got me and made me feel like there was something stuck in my throat that couldn't let me properly talk to you for the first time. You are the only one who made me blush over a "Hey". You are the only one who made me feel like I was burning even if it was snowing. Nobody can say otherwise. Like a river flows surely to the sea, darling so it goes, we were fated to be together.

I still wear a huge smile in my face and my body still heats and shakes with excitement and desire whenever I remember the first time I saw you. You were so pretty in that white dress under the moonlight. For everybody at that beach party, your dressing choice looked like a cliché. But I was lucky that my mother had always told me that I'm not like everybody else. I've never felt ashamed of my music skills until that night when you laid your eyes on me and watched me play my ukulele. I felt so stupid. A grown man playing such small instrument. You sure would like better someone with a guitar. I've never felt more insecure than that time. Only to have it all washed away when you came closer, a few minutes after, and told me, when the people were already oblivious to me and focused on their own world and chatting.

- Hey. – Oh the heat in my cheeks. – Tyler, right? You really are talented, boy. You should go for it.

- I... - Goddammit, Tyler. Stutter? Really? – I am. I'm in a band. Kind of a duo, actually, with my friend Josh.

- Nice. – You looked away, waving to a random person. Look at me, please. – I bet I'll hear much about you guys. And I'll sure be there.

And you were gone, waving and smiling at me, while joining that random person. I was fucked up. I knew it the exact moment that you got away and I had to close my eyes and take deep breaths to calm myself down and try to recompose any sanity that had still left on me, if there was any.

Out of that ocean of known and unknown faces, through all those lines that could've been dotted or intertwined to mine, it was you who managed to come across. That is how you saved me and my life, like I've always told you but you didn't understand me. For that moment, I have never felt, in my entire being, more fortunate that we met. I couldn't imagine who I would be if you had never found me. I couldn't imagine what I would have done.