I try to keep my sanity, but I slowly lose my cool. It’s funny, really, how he thinks I have it together, but truthfully I’m only sewn together with 7 thick coats of mascara, easily washed off at the end of each day. The same truth that I cling to, is ripping at my seams. I’ve come to realize that although I don’t always have all the answers, my hair isn’t always pin straight like the models, I giggle in awkward situations, and I’m way too loud and outspoken, life goes on.
He manages to stay calm, even when it’s obvious he’s upset. Unlike all the others, when he sees the right thing to do, he actually follows through. He gets passionate about things, things like me. I know he only has my best interest at heart, but this head on my shoulders isn’t just for looks. Inside I have a mind of my own, and I take suggestions, not orders. But all in all, there’s no one else better for me.
Somehow in this mess, two people fell in love.