You didn’t have to smile at me. Your grin’s the sweetest that I’ve ever seen. But you did. Yes you did.
I’m not the kind of person that most guys go for. I accepted that fact a long time ago. This guy, though, makes me smile. I hardly smile anymore. He sees past the makeup and facade. He’s actually interested in the inside. I’m not used to this. I’m used to being seen as the intimidating bitch that nobody wants to fuck with. Or too weird/feminine. He’s somehow managed to break through the concrete exterior to find the human center.
I smiled at him across the club, thinking no one would see me, but he saw. That perfect moment when a connection was actually formed. The long forgotten butterflies began to flutter, my stomach did flips, and I was entranced. After closing myself off, I thought my walls were impenetrable, I guess he found the weak spot in that wall. I’m not sure where things will go, but I look forward to the journey. Learning about his passions, his quirks, and just what makes him tick. I’m also scared of getting hurt again. It’s happened too many times before. I have to know him, like him, and possibly love him. I may get hurt again. But, hey, getting to know him wouldn’t be horrible at all. I may fall in love, I may not, but in the course of a lifetime, what would it matter? All I know is, that his smile is entrancing, he makes me feel wanted, he likes me for me, and I’m willing to take the leap.