fragile, delicate, whimsical ♔

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I just realised I’ve had so many storybook moments with guys, just that they weren’t the right guy for me. When I watch movies or read novels filled with sweet moments, and wish that I was in the protagonist’s position.. I realised I’ve been there, just I’ve never realised. Sitting next to you that evening watching the sunset by the lake with owl city’s vanilla twillight playing in our ears, ducks paddling near by in the secluded spot we’ve found was one. That early morning when we both woke up early after that crazy night, and caught eachother’s eyes and softly tiptoed to the window, careful not to wake the others around us.. and blew on the cold window panes to draw shapes on them was another. But both of you weren’t the right guy for me. Nor you, who asked that grumpy lady on the plane next to me to swap seats with you so you could be my headrest for the 9 hour redeye trip home.. I just don’t know. My friend recently commented that I might be scared of commitment, but that is so far from the truth. I’m just scared of committing to the wrong guy. Because I know when I love someone, I’ll love him with everything I have, and I don’t want to give myself to the wrong person. Where are you?