“Date a Guy Who Writes”
Find a guy who writes, a walking cliché of kill-you-with-words; and when you do, make no mistakes letting him go. His wit, his spontaneity, rapture and heart for aesthetics will suffice for all the romanticism you have in mind. Date that someone who doesn’t kill himself at the gym just to have the perfect body or manly facade. Date a guy who doesn’t dream of having the Brad Pitt’s face, but the one who reads, learns and writes like of John Keat’s romances. One who seeks the thrill of Stephen King’s work and appreciates the genius of Ernest Hemingway. Date a guy who doesn’t give you a litany of promises lost in the haze of cheap talk; date that someone who makes you feel you are special even before you find yourself versed in one of his poems, represented by one of his story’s characters. Date that someone who stays with you, dreams with you and writes sweet nothings on your arms for fear that the words won’t come out right when he starts speaking them.
Date a guy who writes, one who can skim the oceans in your eyes and write a line about it; someone who can translate the amber glow in your face into haiku and sonnets. Someone who never tires scribbling his pen in dire search for both muslin hazes and streaks of clarity.
He will teach you to appreciate God’s creation and find happiness in the most mundane of things— on the sun rising behind the trees, the music of birds chirping and the dance of leaves in graceful sways, the breeze that kisses your cheek, your face, touching your heart with a magical feel, all the way to your bones, sunsets and silhouettes, the placid sea and the story behind a seagull or a fishing canoe that blemishes the scene. This list can go on forever, and the guy who writes is birthed with utmost appreciation to this, with sheer gratitude and he has an innate understanding that this whole divinity is meant to be shared with someone.
(via thediaryofayoungman)
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