Lucky for you.

Lucky for you, I am no hard girl.
I identify as a soft girl with my full chest. I am softer than fluffy vanilla cake and candy floss combined. So expect to see red spots on my cheeks each time you call me babe and hear my giggles when you hype my beauty. I can’t even hide my feelings if I try because whenever you are around, my defences crumble.

Best believe you’ll never have to guess where you stand with me because I will always tell you how you make me feel. Good, bad or otherwise. I am team “I wear my heart on my sleeves and my emotions on my face”.

I wasn’t always like this, though. A few years back, you would have met a young girl who preferred to hide her feelings because she didn’t want to get hurt or hurt others, but not anymore. I have learnt to communicate how I feel without holding back. Even when my heart is racing at 200km/hr because I have mini panic attacks during our conversations, you will hear me expressing myself. Why shouldn’t I? I already know I can trust you with all my emotions.

I like laughter
I enjoy a good laugh. All kind of laughter is welcome here. From the loud laughter that echoes through the walls to the silent laughter from jokes we share when our eyes meet to the reluctant laughter from our annoying dry jokes, these are the moments I live for. Not brag, but I also speak and understand sarcasm fluently, so imagine the banter. Imagine me teasing you endlessly about your sports team when they lose, because I most definitely will do that. Trust me when I say laughter will be our default mode.

I like to keep memories.
Lucky for you, capturing memories is my thing. I take mad shots in both pictures and video formats. I am one of those people who lie on the floor, rotate my phone, ignore strange stares just so I can capture your angles. I like to freeze time because my natural memory fails me too often, so I rely on pictures and videos to jog my memory. Sometimes, I envy people who have a retentive memory, but I have learned to make do with what I have. Plus, when I look at all the memories I get to re-live through pictures and videos, maybe having a fickle memory isn’t so bad. That aside, know that you have a lifetime of beautiful moments waiting to be captured by me.

I enjoy conversations.
I find it exciting to uncover thought processes. To learn how people arrive at their conclusions. I listen to podcasts for this purpose. I can’t wait to listen to curl in your arms and listen to your voice as you talk about your day. Hear the enthusiasm in your voice when you share your ideas with me. See your eyes light up when you talk about certain topics, and hold long conversations on sensitive topics. It is not about being right or wrong; it is more about learning how your mind works. Lucky for you, I am already excited about the range of our conversations, but I am sure you can already tell.

Oh, how I love romance.
I am a hopeless romantic, and I love it. I love love. I love the feelings that accompany it. The mushiness, the intimacy, the commitment; gimme all of it. I mentioned commitment because I don’t believe in a love that stops halfway. No, no. I want to know your love is mine to cherish. There is something about having your person and knowing you don’t have to share them. Sign me up for that level of exclusivity, please.

Even though I am a romantic, I don’t believe love is blind. Nope. It has to be a mix of care, affection, recognition, respect, commitment, and trust with open and honest communication. A love missing any of these is a love wanting. I read this in All about love by Bell Hooks, and I agree wholeheartedly. Love doesn’t have to be perfect, but it should be intentional.

Lucky for you, I’m willing to share more. All you have to do is ask.

Inspired by McCoy’s ‘Lucky for you’