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fools in love { james franco }

james franco

I've always been a little sad. When I wake up in the morning, I can feel it inside me, just shifting from one part of my body to another; in comparison with others around me, it's pretty obvious that something in my life isn't how I'd want it to be. I have been going through tough moments, mostly alone. See, I have this way of solving problems; I barricade myself in my room, usually I sit on the bed with a notebook right in front of me and a pen in my hand. I write some stuff down, I talk to myself out loud and almost every time, it works. I find the best solution and get right to fixing it. But when it came to him, I couldn't fix anything. And god knows I tried. I tried really fucking hard.

James is one of those people that sweeps others off their feet only by looking at them. You instantly fall in love with his beautiful brown eyes that narrow and crinkle just a little when he smiles. When he speaks it's like art, like an impressionist painting, simple from afar, complex up close. He's wise and multitalented, everything about him is inviting and mesmerizing. He's like an enigma, needed to be figured out.
But if you look deeper into his eyes, you notice something else. It's a dark part of him, one he carefully keeps locked away.
That's exactly what attracted me. This darkness, the heavy things he hides, that's why I fell for him.

I met James at the park. He was reciting poetry to his dog, which I thought was very cute. His little white staffy was sitting on a blanket next to him and he was doing these gestures with his hands, reading from a small notebook he was holding.
I happened to be sitting close, reading a book I picked up earlier.
After I heard the tone of his voice go up and down dramatically, I glanced at him and chuckled. Then I cleared my throat and pretended I didn't hear or see anything. Of course I kept glancing back, my gaze just wouldn't leave him alone. One time our eyes met. It was quite intense, almost hypnotizing. He held some sort of power over me, it's how it felt when we were looking at each other for a few seconds. Then he waved and smiled. It was the most sincere smile I ever witnessed. I returned both, an awkward wave and a sour smile. Now don't get me wrong, I always knew my way around guys, but this kind of energy was my first. Usually guys would act different, you know; confidence quickly becomes cockiness and they come off insincere.
James was none of those things. He was confident, his two feet on solid ground; even if he was reciting poetry to his dog at the local park. I can't even properly put it in words; he just oozed originality and uniqueness. It's a quality I value most.
He quickly signaled me to come over there and when I look back at it now, I see that I wasn't even that nervous. Mostly I get so anxious, it's almost hard to breathe.
Just a few moments later I was sitting next to him, talking and petting his dog. He told me he writes poetry and that the recital I witnessed is his latest work.
Then he read it to me.
I was listening to words pouring out of his mouth, face expression changing by the second and those two cute v shaped wrinkles between his eyebrows appear when he frowned. After that, I already knew; if he asks me out, I'll say yes.
He did. He bought me coffee and for our second date, we went to see ballet; Swan Lake.
I always wanted to see it.