And on he went by telling me that he has fallen for me
I ask him why, what made him look my way
He says the mystery of me is a curious thing for him
So I say,
“You are not in love with me.
You are in love with the idea of me.
Of the what could be, what will be, what you and I could do,
Or would do. Of the idea that I could be it, the one, the lifetime.
You are in love with the future that has yet to unfold, which most girls might like
That is not what I see.
I see the now, the boy who has no idea of what he truly wants.
The boy aimlessly moving along and bringing along whatever he is attracted to.
I see a boy lost in the fairytales hoping the princess would come and save him from loneliness.
That is not what I want.
I want a man who can stand on his own
Who agrees to disagree with me
Whose idea is like and unlike my own and respects it
A man who battles with me, for me, and will stand by me
A man who has sense and intelligence and emotion.
You may not see the difference”, I said to him.
“Because you are a boy who still has yet to grasp the idea of what it is to be a man.”