is it all just in the movies?

You know those movie moments that capture your heart and take your breath away? The scenes that leave you wondering: Where the heck is my Romeo? My Lorenzo Bartolini? Where’s my Noah and why hasn’t he written me a letter everyday for a year?

The fact is that interactions off screen just don’t live up to their movie magic counterparts, but the fact that we’ve seen those perfect situations play out leaves our imaginations burning a fire through our hearts. Yes I’m the girl that watches romantic comedies just because I love to laugh and cry simultaneously. I’m also the girl that daydreams about my drool worthy coworker and hopes that when he turns the light off in the stockroom, while I’m rooting around in there, he’ll find me in the dark and kiss me passionately. I know the possibility of this happening is slim to none, but why does it have to be?  Stand up Hopeless Romantics! Let’s make our own magic!

Why don’t people take chances? Why can’t my coworker pull me into the stockroom, kiss me quickly, and leave before anyone notices? Why can’t the guy I’ve been dating off and on for 3 years do a midnight drive by and ask me to lay out on the grass with him and look at the stars? I’d be happy with a love letter. Or note. Or Post-It.

Just jump into the unknown and take a chance! If you like me, tell me in the sweetest way possible and I’ll melt. Yeah that’s hard for me to admit because I try to seem like such a badass, but I’m a sucker for a smile and a genuinely sweet line.

Catch me. Hook, line, and sinker.

bold moves.

Do I really expect to get anywhere if I’m afraid of jumping?

I can’t wait for things to happen. I need to put myself out there and take whatever happens as it happens.

I learned to swim. To float and let things come to me.

I learned to run. To hide even when what I wanted was right in front of me.

And now I’m learning to fly. To rise up and meet what I want.

No more nerves that hold me back. Sure there will still be nerves, but I’m pushing past them. Jumping over and crawling under… and I’ll meet you on the other side.

The fact is: I like him, and I’m not willing to let myself sabotage this one.

and I saw.

I found myself bespelled by his lips and the way they sat slightly pressed together on his face. And when I felt myself staring at his mouth, and my mouth simultaneously parting, I tried to look away and was caught by his eyes. He was doubtful in that moment, and while I tried to keep myself from drooling, I realized his uncertainty made him even more attractive. It’s the quiet exchanges where neither of us want to look away, but couldn’t if we tried, that have led me to this point. I want him for keeps.

I want to wrap myself in his hair and feel his voice hum close to my neck. I want him to understand that I’m not making faces because I think he’s weird. I’m not judging him in any way. I’m the weird one! I’m awkward and shy and when he’s around I giggle and make faces and look like a hyena on crack. But I shake when he’s around me. Like my body can’t hold my excitement. Like my soul knows something my mind can’t yet comprehend. And it’s a good shake. And I think he feels it too.

Talk. We need to talk. Really talk. Get it all out there.

I see you. I understand you.

But we need to talk.