You know who I love? Emma Watson. That girl is the absolute in girl crushes. Scarlet? Love her. Emma Stone? Love her, too. But Emma Watson? She’s the ultimate in beauty. Hell! I think Emma Watson would be a fantastic princess! William and Kate, Harry and Emma. Done. I just created the perfect royal family with the two most perfect princesses ever. Thank me whenever you want, Brits.
I can’t even explain the feeling that consume me nowadays. I suppose they’re on account of me being in love, but I can honestly say I’ve never pictured myself as a suzy homemaker. Now? I dream about pastel kitchens with pale pink blenders and apricot walls (not to mention the dainty cotton-white trim). Of fluffy beds that smell like sweet detergent and feel like a cloud. Of photo-lined hallways and girlish aprons, and an entire shelf of cookbooks filled with old family recipes. Of a small garden in an Alice in Wonderland-esc backyard that’s overgrown with flowers and veggies. Oh! And windows everywhere! The kind that let the sunlight slowly wake you up each morning.
I want all of these things more than anything. I want to be the epitome of a girl. I want to be loved and desired whether I’m a girlfriend, a wife, or perhaps even someday, a mother. As a matter of fact, I’ve never wanted to be a wife before! I’ve always thought the entire idea of marriage was stupid and pointless, and you didn’t need a diamond to be in love. While I still hold that belief, I certainly wouldn’t mind the gesture someday down the line. Far down the line, but there, nevertheless.
Maybe all of this has grown inside of me after meeting the perfect girl. She’s stunning, sweet, always well-dressed, cooks, cleans, keeps a tidy home, is a fantastic decorator and gardener… she’s everything a man could dream of a girl being. She’s lovely.
Lovely! That’s the exact word I’ve been looking for this whole time. I want to be lovely. Not pretty or cute, or beautiful even… simply lovely.
a little background behind my url:
I worked in a greenhouse over the summer and cranesbill geraniums were so rare in the respect that they were shade tolerant (able to survive darker days, resilient, strong) and perennial (they come back, return, continue to bloom every spring).
Not that being shade tolerant and perennial is all that rare (lots of ferns are like this!) but they still have this beautiful, vibrant bloom. A delicate, iridescent fan of petals. Everyday I would water the cranesbill geraniums, deadhead them, talk to them, care for them.
I admire them, strive to be like them. Strong and powerful yet still beautiful and gentle.