Date a guy who writes. Yes, he may be
regularly lost and sullen, moody even, but he’ll know better than anyone else
how words affect you. When you’re angry he will show you the funny in your
words and when you’re sad he will show you how words heal. Commas will no more
be punctuation but the pause you can see him take before he tells you how
beautiful you look tonight. The future in his words will be a well painted
picture, one in which you can imagine the two of you sitting and drinking
coffee by the French windows and the low hum of music in the background. Seduction
will be intellectual and he’ll show you just how easy it is to know what he
thinks because he’ll tell you. He’ll tell you how he feels when you’re around
and when you’re not. Just how splendid holding hands with you feels and how
your smile lights up his world. And when things go south, he’ll use words
guaranteed to cause you pain and break your heart worse than others. The beauty
of things ending with writers is that you get over it so damn fast. Because you
may forgive and forget a lot of things but you’ll never (or at least should
never) go back to someone who knows just exactly how to make you feel
vulnerable and then break you.
