At first I thought I was just in love with an idea of who you could be to me, but then I tasted the sweetness of your possibilities and now I know I’m deeply in love with with a few shots of alleged forevers with you.
You know the saying: “Dynamites come in small packages:? That’s you sthandwa sami. My thoughts about you were small like dynamite packaging, but my experiences with you blew me up like dynamites would. You left me longing for more explosions as if destruction was fashionable.
You won my heart, I mean with every feel of your touch on my skin I was invited to your world of possibilities-two minutes adrenalines and all-, with every stroke I lost a piece of me in you and with every kiss… I buried my doubts and promised myself to never dig them up again.
So now I know I’ve always wanted “wholes”of you. Those fantasies were actually cries of a longing heart, the lusting was my souls way of letting me know that my body is ready to feel the weight of your breath.
I now know I’ve never and I’ll never love anyone with the same heart I love you with.
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.
So… I went searching, looking for Mr Right but instead I found happiness.
Yes… Instead I found happiness. My BlaQed tailored happiness is what I found. With “Minx, I’m all yours” tattooed on its forehead I found it waiting for me, the princess to rescue it.
…because now it feels like my time of believing in fairy tales has arrived and this… (our fairy tale) is one with no happy ending, nor sad one because ours is one with no end.
“Meet me at the park.” he said. One crazy idea (My thoughts)! See, in my head he was testing me. He had taken over my thoughts and was now aiming at my heart. Slowly but surely he was going for it.
…but then again he only needed a few shots, because now my heart had already given in, my knees were bleakly weak and falling seemed quite easy. I couldn’t fight all the “yes, yes, yes!!!” thoughts no more and all my tickable boxes were all ticked up and now “Mr Right” was not a bold enough title for him because he was now perfect.
Oooh yes, perfect in my eyes this HAPPINESS was.
See… My mum had once told me to go looking for what makes me happy and at that moment I felt the need to let a guy in because I thought the forever searched Mr Right had happiness wrapped all around him and that he was my only shot at finding what was going to make me happy.
So… I took mum’s advise and went searching, for what makes me happy I mean my then Mr Right and found him (my happiness). See no other title could ever be bold enough to suit this man who’s only goal is to keep me happy because he knows how much I value happiness and that thoughts about guys like him are what inspire pieces like “BlaQed tailored happiness.” simply because their awesomeness could never run out.
So… I took off and went searching, looking for Mr Right but instead I found happiness!