Posted by: Line | July 16, 2007

just look inside of every guy…

hopelessly romantic lang ako lately….

Just Look Inside….>-anonymous>

>If you ever wonder about the man in your life…..you may want to look

>inside. Look inside. To see a different side of a man.

>

>Look inside. Realize that he can and does feel for you something

>different, something special. He wakes up in the morning, and you’re the

>first thing on his mind. If he could call you right then and there, he

>would. When he sees you, his heart leaps. Not just the first time, not

>just when you’re “alone”, but every time. Every time he meets you, it’s as

>if his whole world has been renewed. It doesn’t matter if it’s raining, or

>sunny, snowing, pleasant, or dreary. You make the rain tender, the sun

>warmer, the snow caressing, a dreary day funny, and a pleasant day

>perfect. Without you, his days would have no meaning. Of course, you say

>”But there could be another.” He says “There isn’t another.You are the only

>one…” He brings you flowers. Not so you’ll like him more, or so you’ll

>give him a kiss, but because he simply loves to make you happy. To see that

>smile on your face. Though you never knew it, it took him four months to

>get the courage to ask you out. Yes, he was nervous, scared. All guys are.

>While they try to seem tough and insensitive-deep down asking a girl out is

>the hardest thing in the world. And it’s only that hard because of you. You

>just had to be so perfect, so beautiful that his fear of rejection became

>overwhelming. And the day you said “sure” was the best day of his life.

>

>Look inside. Sometimes you find something that you weren’t looking for.

>Though he won’t admit it, he’d much rather cuddle with you in front of the

>TV for an evening than go out with the guys (well most of the time). When

>you hold his hand, when he holds yours, it’s the best feeling in the world.

>And when he sees you hurt or crying, it’s ripping his heart in two. Deep

>down, he’s a romantic. He’d love to sing you songs, but he just doesn’t

>have the voice. He’d love to take you on a moonlit walk down the beach, but

>he has to settle for a stroll in the park. He wishes he could bring you a

>dozen roses every day, but his wallet just won’t let him. Making you happy

>is his main goal in life. Some would say that a guy like this is not a

>man. He is too sensitive, too weak. But I say, for all the reasons on this

>page, that these things are precisely what makes him a man. And your

>existence alone has already completed his life. You are not aware of it,

>but he cherishes each and every moment with you as if it could be his last.

>Because, deep down, he is afraid that you may just decide to leave. And

>that is his biggest fear. And if you did leave, this man would cry. Each

>second with you completes him. Whether you’re walking together somewhere,

>cuddling on a chair, skiing the slopes, sharing an ice cream cone. No

>matter what it is you are doing, it makes him completely happy just to be

>with you.

>

>Look inside. It is often surprising. The little things are what he

>cherishes most. When he gets to brush your hair, when you accidentally (or

>perhaps on purpose) brush fingertips. When you call unexpectedly, just to

>say hi. He lives for these moments. He would, if given the chance, die for

>you. This may seem ridiculous, but he would gladly give anything and all

>for you.

>

>Just look inside. And you may find something worth holding onto. Now, just

>look around…because this guy is out there. Right now, at this very

>second, he is thinking of you. You may or may not know who he is. It may

>be your boyfriend, your best “guy friend”, or it could be someone you’ve

>never met. All the same, someday all he’ll want to do is make you happy.

>

>Look inside. I’ve loved and been loved. I’ve hurt and been hurt. This is

>life. But believe me, true love still exists. All you have to do is look

>for it. I know I do… each and everyday …and to the girl I have not

>yet found, simply – I love you.

>

>Look inside.


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