Call it a falling in love…
…because I traded my “thinking with my heart and loving with my mind” idea with a “thinking with my mind and loving with my heart” mentality.
I let go of all my fears and embraced my wishes. I ditched keeping an eye out and became a “Sleeping Beauty”, I allowed my mind the privilege of resting.
I think I fell in love.
I think I’ve always wanted my life to be perfect and my fear of getting hurt turned me into a knight, always on my toes and too cautious to even let my guard down.
No guy could have ever attempted to try me out, I mean no guy wants to feel like an enemy in their own relationship.
So it wasn’t until I decided to swap my protective armour and steel boots for a dress and a pair of heels that I finally found my Mr Right.
My Prince Charming.
Not only did he rescue a damsel in distress but he also swept me right under my feet and had love knocking me down.
I mean no one can ever raise me to the same height as he has, no one could have me close me eyes and have me feel the world move around me.
…or hold my hand and have waterfalls flow right through my spine. No one could smile at me and have me naming stars theirs.
He came into my life and had me believing that the moon was made from cheese, that with every “I love you” we say to each other the universe gives birth to a new star.
I know I fell in love.
With an incredible human being, a work of art. I think the word perfect never existed until he was born. With a smile that melts my heart and sends the juices to the moon and back, eyes that send chills down the spine of my soul making my spirits’ knees weak and a personality that sends electrical sparks that confuse the loving sh*t out of my brains?
I fell in love with amazing person.
God’s master piece.
Call it falling in love because I tripped, fell hard and became the happiest person alive.
If only the universe had granted me powers of creation and named me Goddess the creator, I’d build the man of my fantasies.
In the image of “isthandwa sami” I’d create him.
With toffe-nut ice cream lips I’d create him.
I’d give him a lavender infested smile to fill the room with a motherly aroma every time he lays his eyes on me.
His eyes would be of pearls to make me fall deeper in love every time I stare into them.
His voice would be as relaxing as classical sounds. Matured mentals of your Beethovens and Mozarts.
If I had godly powers I’d create that man.
With skin made of chocolate-coloured cotton candy, good enough for me die for.
His heart would be of Gold and I a greedy miner.
Digging day and night.
His touch would be of warm subtle water falls at the edge of diamante mountains.
Priceless if you ask me.
I’d create him to fill the sky with stars every time he walks and his body would be a portrait to thirst over.
If only I was a goddess of creation, I’d create this man with godly features, in the image of “isthanwa sami” and devote myself to loving him as I love thyself.
What would you say if I came to you and asked you to consider staying in my life forever?!
Would you be interested?
What if I chose to be yours for life, promised to love you forever and swore to never dream beyond our castle?!
Would that be ok?
You taught me how to fly when I didn’t even believe in wings.
You made me realize how easy it is to stand up tall when I didn’t even think getting up was possible.
You make me believe that catching dreams with a butterfly net isn’t insane but simply fashionable.
You’re that part of me I missed all my life but I never knew I ever had.
A series of strings that has managed to keep me together.
Sthandwa sami you’re my joy, my pride and my strength.
Without you I’m a tree without brunches on which the world can’t feed.
So would you please show interest in staying in my life forever?
I mean simply allow me to name myself “YOURS” and promise to never imagine me out of your world.
Simply because, ngiyak’thanda wena Jobe wami.
You know what they say about searching?!
You don’t always find what you’re looking for.
…but then a while ago I went looking for Mr Right and came back with a broken heart and decided to call my search off.
…and only when I stopped searching, Mr Right came and became my “Prince charming” I his “damsel in distress”.
He came looking, he found me and chose to rescue me.
See… my turn of believing in fairytales is now here and mine Moozie has chosen to became my fairy with a tale and teach me how to love.
Lord. I’ve never loved like this and with no doubt I’ve chosen to make ‘dangerous’ my favourite activity and went busking with my vulture.
Within minutes I’ve given him all the keys to my kraal, gave him all the trust and named him the protector of my virgin heart.
Risky? I know!
With my paint brush in hand I’m ready to write our tale. In all our favourite colours I’m ready to paint it loud enough for people to hear that, not only am I yours but forever I’m yours to keep.
See… in him I’ve found a GOLDMINE and golddigging is no longer my favourite activity because now treasure has found a home in my kraal.
…and all my heart’s desires have become activities of keeping a smile on his face and my tongue’s desires are letters of his name.
Man, I’ve found myself a man and in him I got lessons of loving carefully and carelessly at the same damn time.
I’ve fallen deeply in love and if this is how LOVE feels like, I don’t ever want to find myself on my feet again.
Our day of believing in fairy tales will come.
You’ll meet the guy of your dreams, tell a tale and call him “Prince Charming”.
I’ll meet a fairy without a tail, write a tale and call him “My Own”.
One day… Just one day, he’ll walk into my life, lock the door, throw away the key and forget how he walked in, because he wouldn’t need to know the exit…
For, with no promises made his intentions would be of those who walk in and plan to stay in forever.
When that day comes…
He’ll be mine and mine forever he’ll be.
So for now I’ll just wait, until…
Our day of believing in fairy tales comes!