Let me get this straight. This is not a post about my reliable and humble Personal Computer- this is about my present love, whose name I cannot disclose and for confidentiality purposes, is hidden by the initials: PC.
Here goes….
This man is comparable with the rest of the male population. He’s popular- not your average guy type and he’s boastful in so many ways. I hated him. I didn’t like his moves, I dislike his charisma. He’s very moody and snobbish most of the time. He says everything he can think of- no matter how harsh it can be. Yet one day, he saw me….
I’m unpopular, imperfect, i talk a lot. I speak my mind, I have lots of questions and a control freak. I’m vulnerable, weak and jealous but still he paid attention. During his lonely nights, he would call or text to see if im okay for a chat or something. This routine went on for a year- him coming to my place, me, finding myself driving over to his and we’re just plain talking- although not really plain talking if you catch my drift. FYI: Sex is something we haven’t done yet and for some reason it amazes me that we still haven’t done it. Maybe he’s scared. I am too. Because every guy I’ve met in the past that shares his caliber always wanted that “something” from me. With him, I feel respected and regarded.
He does not speak sweet words or promise me anything- the set-up is quite clear. I opt to stay hidden for the very least. I am not for public’s viewing and scrutiny- I just want to love him the way he should be loved. Though in silence or in retreat. I have no face to show those cameras, though he can always be proud of me. I want to be the wind underneath his wings and the reason for his happiness, without making it seem like a big show or anything.
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