Letter to Louise (Part 6 of a series)

(I'm gonna have a series of letters, which will be written, (but not sent), to various people in my life. It will be a series. Name's have been changed to protect the innocent.......and the not so innocent)

Dear Louise,

I knew it would happen sooner or later. It was inevitable, it always happens. The Moment. The point, where I fell for you. Completely and utterly. “Jealous jerk.......my jealous jerk nevertheless,” you said, as you snuggled up to me. It was a classic movie scene. I might even write the script. Think about it. Feisty, independent girl meets quiet, good natured boy. Feisty, independent girl, makes life hell for quiet, good natured boy. Feisty, independent girl falls for quiet, good natured boy. And that right there, would be the climax. That phrase, would be as close as you’ll ever get to “I love you”.

Yes, I’ve fallen for you. But, I don’t love you. I love another. I love, the idea of Love. I want a girl, who will open her the arms the moment she see’s me running. An girl who will hold me in her arms, the way my mother used to. A girl, who will do all the sweet things the guy’s meant to. I want a girly girl, who wants a girly guy.

I even came up with the perfect metaphor. A baker, wants to make the perfect cake (I want to find the perfect girl). He starts baking his first cake, but halfway though, he realises it’s not mixing properly (I know you’re not the perfect girl for me). But, the baker keeps on going anyway. He’s not allowed any other food except what he bakes, and he needs something to keep him going (I need to experience some loving. If I don’t experience the imperfect, how will I know perfection?).

And who knows. Maybe the baker was wrong, and it’s meant to be mixed that way. He wont know, unless he tastes it. But he’s not holding out much hope. So don’t take it personally, you’re just not the cake for me.

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