Some Romantic thoughts...

I've been thinking a lot about love and relationships lately. How it starts, it develops, and how it stays. I think, right now, I have a fairly good idea of an ideal partner. I imagine her being with me, the good conversations we have, how time flies by when we're together. How I'd throw caution to the wind whenever she's with me, and how proud I can tell the world of my affection for her. I imagine myself walking up to my folks proudly telling them that I finally found the one. I imagine myself walking up to her folks, asking for her hand, promising them I'd take good care of her, and treat her as my queen. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I imagine some of the women I've met, their traits and qualities that I like, but somehow not quite the woman that would make me weep in anguished bitter-sweet ecstasy of someone completely and hopelessly in love.

I imagine her not having a difficult time to catch my attention, for her beauty is naturally captivating to me. And the idea of settling down in marital bliss is not something that scares me, but something I look forward too.


I imagine meeting her anytime soon... It always feels this way... whenever I'm in the brink of completing a major accomplishment, and my heart knows that I'll soon be free... free to explore, to meet, and to spend my time and energy sweeping off someone's feet. Until that time comes.

I hope to meet her... just after a quick and sudden afternoon rain, our eyes accidentally locked into each other. She smiles sheepishly, I turn away, my cheeks blushing with impish embarrassment, my heart beating with giddy excitement. I follow her as she walks into her dorm or office. I ask around, get bits of information about her. After a while, I muster the courage to introduce myself to her, trying hard not to loose control as she questions my purpose. Then, I ask if I can see her again. Looking at me with questioning eyes, she hesitantly agrees. We bid each other farewell. I spend countless hours, just thinking of where we'd dine, what we will do. On the actual date night, I try my best to be my normal self. We spend the whole night chatting, getting to know each other. At the end of the night, I take her back to her home. When we reach their gate, I hold her hands for the first time. I ask if we can meet again. She kisses me on the cheek. My heart leaps with joy. Then the rest is history...