Boys in books are always better.
We were delusional since toddlerhood, watching movies and hearing stories of guys like Prince Charming- rescuing us, sweeping us off our feet, kissing us while fireworks blazed in the backdrop. Utter foolishness. This fluffery had me believing that there would forever be background music throughout my life.
They created cynical romantics. Over the top! Setting our standards ridiculously high. Little did we know that once we dipped a toe into the shallow dating pool, we would be hit with a semi-truck with the name “Rude Awakening” slapped on the side of it.
Don’t misread this. Dating is magical when it’s done right. But from a person like me, who gets so deep into books to the point that I fall madly in love with the characters, it’s bitter sweet.
I feel everything! It is a gift and a curse, honestly. My eyes are known for seeing the beauty in any and everything.
That’s what I believe I was falling in love with. I immersed myself into the beauty without a second notion. It’s the same way I latched onto book characters. Those guys were spectacular: tossing pebbles at your window in the middle of the night, magic carpet rides, picking flowers for you, dedicating beautiful songs and writing hundreds of letters to you.
They went the extra mile. They showed their love. The banter flowed, the chemistry lingered, and the eye contact was consistent. Those guys really knew how to woo a lady.
If I write of you, maybe you will manifest. My own character book boyfriend. How would I describe you? Would you be perfect?
Maybe that’s the thrill of having real people to date and to meet. They aren’t perfect. They don’t write love letters. However, the right ones still manage to make you hear the music in the background.