Great love is the kind of love that takes you to the roller coaster of emotions with hardships in multitude of hues. The kind of love people go crazy about. The kind of love as powerful as a prayer. It can be a shield in any harm in just an utter. But sometimes, prayers are often to be dawdle. It takes time. A lot of time. Like you, it takes time to find guys of your kind. You’re the kind of boy people read books about. You’re the kind of boy who would girls line up for in a meet and greet. You’re the kind of boy that has a bunch of girls in a gym awaits for. You’re the kind of boy that wouldn’t meant for me. You’re not good enough and will never be. You’re the kind of boy that only exists in my mind. All of our memories tragic or epic it’ll only stay inside my mind. You’re the kind of boy I wouldn’t worry about in five years because you’re the kind of boy who’s meant for extinction. You’re not meant for survival. People will get crazy about you and it’ll not last. Like a trend, at first they will get crazy about you, they’ll think of you in the mornings when the sun is a little bit shy to show up, in the windy nights of despair, in the agony of the sunsets and even in their heavenly dreams. But like any other thing once they got used to you, they’ll find another one that will fill up their taste. They’ll disgust you and think why did ever they got fond of you. And when this happens, you’ll feel apathetic. You’ll question yourself where you went wrong. After doing your very best still you aren’t good enough for them and will never be.
But you’re exactly the type of guy that I’ll love to end up with. You’re mysterious and I happened to love mysteries. I like the idea of unboxing a big present, discovering the solidarity of a big picture, finding clues on the answers of your favorite crossword, tracing your freckles as if it’s my favorite constellation and wondering how stars reached earth, making an art out of your inside scars and be captivated on how something destructive can be this so beautiful. You’re the type of I guy, I’ll fight for. In the battle of thousands of armies, my love for you will always prevail. I’ll keep you safe as long as I can. I will protect you the same way they did to Narnia. I may not have a mighty sword or a bow and arrow or an healing potion but I’ll make sure my weapon will beat all those. Because love is the greatest weapon that someone could use to make a person’s knees weak, to blabber a person’s thought, to heal all kinds of pains, to kill a person’s life and to make someone lose their minds. You’re the type of guy that I dream. I love your quirks, smiles, eyes, voice. Everything.
You’re the type of guy that’s meant for extinction because guys of your kind are rare. They can be only find in three places: In the books, in the movies and in my mind. I wouldn’t worry about you in five years or even in ten because you never exist. You’ll never exist. You’re like a short term memory loss. People would remember you in an instance and in the next minute, they won’t. And like any other memories, it’s not gonna come back. It’ll be gone. Forever.
And it frustrates me even more because you aren’t real. You’ll stay fictional and unreachable. And God knows how obsessed I am with those. Maybe it’s just like that. We tend to fall in love with people we can’t have. It’s a drug. Once you tried it, you’ll long for it.
And I, I will always long for you.