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Intrigue

I believe it's about time I properly introduce you to a very special guy in my life. I say 'property' because I've talked to a few of my closest pals about him, via texting, emails etc. I've also shared photos of him on Instagram. I don't think I'd like to get very descriptive on how we met. Let's just say it's been rather special and it all happened unexpectedly. After we met, we were able to see one another often and had the opportunity to share many and I mean, many hours a day every other day close to every single day. It was crazy how much I was seeing this guy. The millions of feelings that happened to me through those many hours we shared. Many new to me. Mutually. The looks he would give me from across the room, a room full of people. The fact that we played dance video games and he was my partner. I never dance in front of anyone and I did that night. It was so much fun. It was always me and him with a group of friends. Just like that we got to talking a lot. I had such an intrigue and it never stopped and I got to find out so much about his personal life before he knew much about mine.

Fast forwarding into our friendship, he stole a kiss from me before we were what we are today. It was such an innocent kiss. I froze. It was special. I was speechless to express it. I started to understand the kind of feelings that started to grow in me for him as I got to know more and more about him. I was scared. He was too. I noticed he is far beyond his years. As days went by we weren't really understand one another. We were very confused on to why we weren't communicating much when in the same room. We started to doubt our own feelings. We had very uncomfortable days because of shyness. At the same time we would discuss it all when there was a given chance. It was all because of shyness. With time and lots of talking we fixed it. It helped me see how mature our relationship is in terms of communication and solving issues. It's helped me open up a lot more.

Today he is my best friend, my mistress, my counselor, my inspiration, my lover... Today I can say I love him with all my heart. We still spend as much time as we did before. Maybe not as freely as we used to but we exchange millions of words every single day. For the first time in my life I am comfortable sharing emotions and feelings. It feels real. I know it is. Although I'm still a mystery to him he has managed to understand a lot of how I am and why I do certain things in a strange way. Just last week he noticed this tiny bit of eyeshadow I was wearing and complemented it. I was confused because it was pretty much invisible. No one else noticed it but he did. I wondered if he didn't liked it. I asked because no one else sees what he complemented me on. He then replied to me just like this...
I don't want you to think differently of me because of this but I always admire you. I observe everything about you. I know your face and how you wear little to no make up at all and I was able to see that little bit of eyeshadow on you. Something others can't notice because they don't look at you like I do. You look beautiful don't start thinking otherwise. Maybe others can't see what I am able to notice but again, I love to observe you.

Do you think I don't realize the way you bite your tongue when you smile? When you give a full and big smile you do it.

Or the way you turn your legs in when you're standing, sometimes walking and when you're sitting?

The way you bite your bottom lip when you're nervous and you do it a lot when with me?

The way you pull your sleeves down and hide your hands when wearing a long sleeve top?

Or the way I can still see your beautiful coffee brown eyes through your contacts?

The beautiful way your hair looks, as you would see in a tv commercial? You have the most beautiful hair. Seriously.

I love to observe you, Esther. You're wonderful. You're very fascinating to me. You're mine.
At all of this I started to cry because just a few days before that I was thinking that I had never had someone telling me the little things I do a lot and I was unaware of. Then that conversation emerged. I couldn't believe it. Of course, I just wrote it from the top of my head but the way he talks to me it's beautiful. And yes, I'm Esther to him. That's how he calls me. My middle name never sounded better.


Now, we are a couple, still getting to know each other and that won't ever stop for as long as we have one another. We are very well aware that anything could change and we want it all to be mutual and right. I've done enough to know that beautiful things don't always stay that way. I've seen enough now to know this beautiful place isn't everything they say. I don't want to think of the bad and negative. I want to believe we will be just fine. We both have felt things we didn't know were possible. We believe we do things people nowadays don't do anymore. The way we express feelings and the way we take our time with everything. Not that is needed but we have support from both sides and that makes us very happy and extremely thankful. Mom loves him and everyone that knows us got very excited when they found out we made it official. For now we are happy and that's what we want from one another. But of course, if we can be happy with one another then better. From now I can tell you that he's very special to me. I believe he's my prince. He's mine. His name is Esteban and I am wearing his earrings. It makes me feel like a badass.

Our love doesn't have to be perfect, it just has to be real. I love you. xx, your muse.


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Blogger Darianne said on December 30, 2013 at 11:26 PM  

You guys are a beautful couple! I'm so happy you're happy. x


Blogger Shakemia Meekyleia said on January 1, 2014 at 6:02 PM  

This is beautiful and you guys are a beautiful couple.


Blogger Lydia said on January 2, 2014 at 8:30 PM  

Thank you my love ❤️


Blogger Lydia said on January 2, 2014 at 8:30 PM  

How sweet of you. Thank you 💕


Anonymous Alana Jewel said on January 7, 2014 at 3:04 AM  

Gorgeous couple~ you guys are so cute!!!


Blogger Kissa said on January 11, 2014 at 8:28 PM  

This is sweet. Glad you were able to share this with us.

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