DannyScript

She was a tough nut but I wasn’t bent on giving up that easily. So in my mind, I had not really proposed – in my heart of hearts, I truly believed the way to go was to go on an actual date with her, express all my bottled up emotions, look her intently in the eye, and search for all the answers I needed.

One thing particularly gave me constant headaches, she actually thought all I did to wow her, the carefully thought through text messages, the voice notes I sent, were that good just because I was good with words.Imagine sending someone a beautiful text about how beautiful you think she is, and all she tells you is that you’re a good writer, and says so with heartbreaking blandness too.

It’s not that I’m oblivious of the fact that I’m a pretty good writer, I just needed her to understand that some passions fuel one’s writing skills, and frankly, I had no idea where most of the “vibes” I was giving her were coming from – they were just pure, honest and true.I knew my motives were in no way ulterior, how to get her to believe that was the hurdle.I didn’t want to be portrayed as desperate, because frankly, it’s not that I didn’t have “options” to choose from if I wanted to initiate a romantic relationship with someone.
But you see, being in a relationship up until this point in my life was not something I was considering at all, so to meet someone who just seeing made me forget all my firm resolves, who broke down my tall walls, was a big deal for me.I knew she had walls of her own too, and it didn’t really rock my world that she wasn’t really trying to get to know me. For I was so damn serious that even when she wasn’t opening up about everything, I took to social media to learn some useful information about her.Call me crazy, I was just a guy trying to get to know all I could about the girl I liked, really liked.

Her reactions to me were not always positive – some days, it was as if we ending up together was a done deal, other times, it was as if I had done something gravely wrong to upset her.Whether she was aware of it or not, I had been left to assume how she felt about me, and like yours, my mind can assume some pretty wild stuff – especially when it’s not “thinking straight.”

I had to push harder, I had to get closer.

I had to find a way to get her to know me better.I had to go all lengths even if she wouldn’t…

So I started making some more daring moves..