Dear Ladies,
I wish you could see inside a man’s head when he falls in love with a woman.
It’s so surreal and stunning that you’ve got to experience it to believe it.
First, it starts small.
He begins to notice things about her appearance.
Like the curve of her small nose, the shape of her eyes, the sweet softness of her lips, her curves, her soft Italian-English accent and her milk and honey scent.
He can’t explain why, but he just knows that looking and being with her makes him feel good.
He then notices more things. How her eyes scrunch together when she laughs or the little crease between her brows as she frowns.
Every time he sees this, he gets a little flutter in his heart.
He wakes up one day and realises he can’t stop thinking about her. He misses her so much that it hurts. He develops mental movies of her.
He plays over and over in his head how her face lit up when she saw him after a long day at work. Or the gratitude she exhibits when he brings her Kinder Bueno. Or when she pretends to be a cat and knocks all his stuff off the bed.
It’s like she turned from a black-and-white photo to a 3D IMAX movie with Dolby Atmos surround sound.
He starts thinking about what else he can do to keep her around, to make her happy, and to take care of her.
He realises that he likes being with her more than any other human being in this world.
To him, she is perfect.
A man falling in love with a woman isn’t rational or objective.
He does not see who you see in the mirror.
He sees someone that is beautiful, perfect and divine.
I forgot what it’s called, but there’s an Instagram account that stops old couples on the streets of London and asks them how they met and how long they’ve been together.
If you look carefully, there’s something in the husband’s eyes when he looks at his wife whilst re-telling their love story. His eyes light up. There’s a sparkle to it.
He doesn’t see the same woman you or I see.
He’s seeing something wonderful.
If I hadn’t lived this experience, I wouldn’t believe it either.
But it’s true.
Speak to you tomorrow,
Jason.
You've become a romantic... and you've embraced it. Bravo!