He looked at me, his eyes locking with mine. He says:
“Every day I think to myself – she could have any guy in the world, but she chose me. I love that, I love you. But I can’t help but wonder how I got so lucky. You chose me, when you could have any guy you wanted. I can’t help but wonder, why me?”
I sat there, all sorts of good feelings fluttering inside me and grateful that someone adored me so. As I slowly absorbed his kind words, I was speechless; I just stared back into his beautiful blue eyes. He was telling me that he was lucky, yet I’ve always continuously thought I was the fortunate one for falling in love with someone so wonderful.
He wanted to know why it was him (over any other guy) that caught my heart, and I was struggling to find a way to explain it just right. Is there a definitive, absolute answer as to why and how you love someone?
Aside from the happy flutters in your stomach and delighted goosebumps along your skin at the very thought of someone, there’s a feeling inside you and you just know you’re in love. It’s the way a certain person looks at you and how the lightest touch of their hand holding yours makes your skin tingle with excitement. Without trying, they cause your security walls to crumble and bring your guard down; they make you feel safe, comfortable, and completely yourself. They make you laugh ’til it hurts, but it feels so good at the same time. You can’t help but smile when you see them, your body melts in their arms, your knees fall weak when they touch their lips and skin to yours.
I’m reading over that last paragraph and smiling inside, because I envision it all and think of him. (But, I’d feel silly spilling those sappy words to his face – so here’s hoping that he reads this.)
People have told me that you don’t choose who you fall in love with – and maybe you really don’t. Someday, somewhere, somehow, a beautiful stranger walks into your life and slowly captures all the attention of your heart with their eyes, their smile, and so many little ways that cause you to momentarily lose your breath while smiling uncontrollably. The act of falling in love isn’t something you plan or prepare for, it just happens without warning – which makes it that much more enjoyable. And why it all happens – well, I like to think that’s a little something people like to call ‘fate’; it’s life’s special magic trick that you have no control over.
I don’t know if I believe the whole ‘you can have any guy you want’ theory, but even if I can – my heart doesn’t love all those other guys the way it loves you “sir”. You can consider yourself lucky if you wish, but don’t thank me – because it’s you and all the little things that make you so likeable, that captivated my little heart and filled it with so much love for you.
If you’re reading this and still wondering “So why does she love me?”…
You make me feel in ways that no one else does, just because… it’s… you.
Just, you. That’s it, that’s all.
I actually had no say in the matter – you’re what my heart wants. And I’m perfectly okay with that.