I’m going to spill my heart; wear it on my sleeve. No longer is it protected in the stone cell I created- it’s exposed, out in the open and for once… I don’t mind. I can’t remember the last time I was this happy. He doesn’t make me feel used or like I’m just a toy. He listens to me and wants to protect me… and my heart. I hate being my own savior, even though I know I can take care of myself. He makes it so I don’t have to; he’s there to help me up, to wipe away any tears that may touch my cheeks. I feel more loved than I ever have before.
There are so many reasons why I love him. He drives me absolutely crazy. I love how he knows my favorite song and band. He can make my heart thunder in my chest and my stomach flutter with millions of butterfly wings. I love how he talks to me and teases me. He doesn’t have an issue with calling me out when I do something stupid. He makes my face flush red and my pulse hit hyper drive. I love when he tells me what he liked about me and that he needs me; it makes my mind a train wreck and logic and words can’t be found. He’s got a temper like mine and a jealousy streak that makes him all the more defensive of me-- I love it.
When he talks to me, the smile never slips from my face and I can’t help but want him near me. We can talk for hours and it still never feels long enough. I trust him beyond all reason, and even though my jealousy can seem out of place and controlling, it’s just because I’m afraid that there is really someone better for him, even though selfishly, I don’t want there to be. He calls me perfect, but I don’t think I am. I’m full of insecurities and things that make me difficult to get along with. He looks past all that… he like no one I’ve ever met. I love that about him.
I would do anything for him- sell my soul, take a bullet- I’d give up everything. I know his favorite color is grey, he has a tattoo of a dragon on his hand, and his favorite childhood movie is The Lion King. He likes music that normally gives me a headache and he loves to draw. He likes silly bands and wears a red dog just for me. He can play the drums and has a lip piercing. His birthday is October 31, 1992 and he IS a Scorpio. His friends are his life and he loves his little sister.
I’ll be honest; I’ve feared falling in love. For a long time it seemed like the plague that would no doubt break me down. I didn’t want that, I’ve thrived on being strong for myself and everyone else around me. I was okay with it… I had to keep control. Ever since he stole my heart, I’ve realized that it’s not so bad. I’m happy to have fallen in love with someone; happy to be able to pass the control on to someone else, and share my burdens and fears. He is my everything, he does have my heart.
I’m in love with Aaron Mancuso, and I don’t want it to ever change.
