Beautiful blue eyes, blinking right through me. He doesn't see me- yet he's so observant, alert. The way that his jet-black hair falls perfectly, framing his face, accentuating his eyes. Amazing, to say the least.
His smooth voice- it's masculine, deep. Calming, too. I'm sure if I was panicking, I would have no problem having him calm me down.
Strong, assuring- the way he carries himself. His muscles proudly displayed- though he is anything but arrogant. Indeed, he is humble, and I like that.
When he turns his head, and the light hits his angel-carved face in just the right way, I nearly fall over, swooning. The light sparking in his gemstone-worthy eyes, the shadowing of his perfect face, his strong jaw line. The curve of his cheekbones, oh! Perfection, at it's best!
Talented, his mind and body- skills and strengths at their peak. 127 different types of martial arts, mastered. There's no comparison to how safe I would feel being around him; He strikes fear into the hearts of any crook, yet a five-year old would feel secure walking down an alley beside him.
Oh, man. Man, oh man.
I wish he were real!
I wish he were here with me!
Why are all the good men fictional? It's not fair! It's impossible!
It's true, we all know it- no man can live up to Bruce's image. Nobody can be as perfect as he is.
Let's face it. I'm going to be alone- my expectations are way too high.
I've kissed those perfect lips...in my head. I am in love. And I'm in deep.
I've lost my mind.
Who cares, though? It's not like anyone believes me.
That doesn't matter.
I'm happy with Bruce. I just wish that he would hold me in reality. Not in the fantasies that my mind conjures up. My relationships go exactly as I plan.
Don't get me wrong, though- I make us go through some trials and some terrible crap. But that's what makes me feel like it's real. Even though I know it's not.
Sad, right?
Yeah.
( ._.)
I'm done. I'm too depressed to write more.