To Him #PerfectDate

to him

Dear Crush,

I wish you knew how your eyes seemed to have these superpowers. I had no idea that eyes had the capability of causing an eruption of butterflies in my normally-calm stomach. You're such an awkwardly adorable person that I wonder how other girls aren't swooning (or cooing) over you as you walk past. Maybe they are, and I'm just too blinded by you to even notice them.

I wish I had the courage to ask you out on a date.

I would absolutely plan the whole thing, if you would let me, and make it the happiest, most perfect (and hopefully not awkward) night of your life to the best of my abilities.

You told me that, despite strong beliefs (apparently you look like a gamer?), you loved books more than anything in this world. You loved the scent of old books, the crisp wood-almond-like smell, and the way the pages felt against the tips of your fingers as you flipped through them. It was home to you.

Our date, should you grant me the honor of taking you on one, would most definitely be at an antique bookstore. No one actually goes to this bookstore to buy books; it instead holds many of the classic treasures of the literature world, and invites any book-lover to come and indulge themselves for as long as they want. Books are not sold here, because it's a belief that these books should be available to anyone and everyone. They have these warm and cozy armchairs (they even have loveseats), that provide a safe haven for readers to nestle in while slipping away into a new world.

But, you wouldn't want that, would you? You'd prefer sitting outside, preferably by the ocean, where the blend of the sounds of waves crashing and wind breezing by perfectly settles you into serene mood for reading. You loved how the ocean had this salty smell, not too salty, but enough to remind you that it's there. So, we would go there instead, despite you continuously reassuring me that the bookstore was perfectly fine. "No," I would say, shaking my head. "I know the perfect spot."

We'd sit on a thick blanket, jackets casted around our shoulders to protect us from the occasional chill. Perhaps we would have a hot coffee to keep our hands warm, and we would just silently read. Maybe, just maybe, you would have your head resting on my lap as I held my book up, more to cover your eyes from the sun than to actually read.

Yes, that would be our date.

I wish I could take you on this date, because I can just imagine how bright your smile would be when you'd realize where I had taken you. God, I love to see you smile.

It probably won't happen, since I always seem to hiccup and trip on my words when I try to talk to you.

But, just maybe, right?

- Jade