'This Is How You Will Fall In Love'
*I realise that this has been done before, but I have taken the idea and rewritten it all by myself because this is how I picture it. The same, but with a little more of me. I take no credit for the original, just this.
(via a-skeleton-truth)"It’s not going to happen like you think it will, like you want it to, or how you planned it would when you were five years old. There will be no mood lighting or dramatic background music or any special effects. There won’t be a sunrise or a gentle breeze, and there definitely won’t be any heavy rain that falls around you so hard against the thunder that you can barely hear each other speak. It won’t be seen by thousands of people, it won’t end wars, and it won’t change lives around the world. But it will change yours, and it will be perfect to you, despite the absence of candlelight and soft jazz. It will be perfect because you were nine when you had your first crush and he was mean to you and called you names and ran away from you in the playground. Because you were twelve when you sat next to the coolest boy in school in English class and he ignored you everyday and only laughed when you answered a question right and talked to the girl sitting behind him instead. Because you were fifteen when you slept with the boy who promised he’d take you to prom and never did and he never said you looked pretty or called you the next day. And because you were eighteen when all of your friends were always too busy with their boyfriends and being told they were loved and there was a very significant part of you that wondered if there would ever come a time when you didn’t feel that lonely. That is why it will be perfect. It will be perfect because it’s everything you’ve been waiting for. It won’t be like any other day, and you’ll know the difference then too because, that day, blues will appear bluer and pinks pinker and greens greener, songs will sound softer and flowers will smell sweeter and the air will feel warmer, even though absolutely everything looks and smells and feels the same to everyone else, everyone who isn’t experiencing it. Because it’s happening to you. There might not be a big musical number where everyone joins in without question and there won’t be someone narrating while it happens, but your cheeks will flush and your heart will race and your knees with shake because the feeling is new and exciting and rare and beautiful. And it will answer all of your questions. It will tell you why you were ignored at nine and mocked at twelve and used at fifteen and forgotten about at eighteen. It will tell you why you felt so lonely that day, why you spent countless nights curled up in your bed, why you cried for months over a phone call that never came and, ultimately, why your mom brushed your hair back one night and said, “Just you wait.” You’ll understand all of that stuff right then, in that moment. The sadness that once pushed down on you like a weight will be lifted and you’ll realise why all of that had to happen. Because your hands will brush and your bag will fall from your shoulder and you’ll quickly turn back with only a second to catch your breath and apologise before he turns around, too. And then, without knowing your name, your age, where you come from or where you’re going, he will instantly believe that you are the loveliest girl he’s ever laid eyes on, although flustered and red in the face and in a hurry. Then he’ll take a step toward you and he’ll say something amazing. It won’t be “You’re everything I’ve been looking for” or “I think we were destined to bump into one another today”, but something greater, a little fragile, and even more perfect than you could have ever imagined at five years old, dressing up in your mother’s clothes and making your Barbie’s kiss. He will smile faintly, clear his throat, and all he will say is, “Hello."