Please Don't Make Me Wait To Text You

I have, in my short, weird life, crushed on some seriously great guys.
Guys who had so much going for them.
Guys who, right off the bat, had my heart racing and my cheeks hurting from grinning just a little bit too much.
Guys who made me laugh and made me feel and made me hope and wish and think.
This is a wonderful thing.
And all of you know exactly what I’m talking about.

But then the rules come into play—the playing it cool, the keeping quiet, the taking time and waiting three days (I think this one actually is outdated, even for normal people, but you feel me).
You can’t just tell someone that you like them.
You can’t just tell someone they make you happy.
That would be weird and crazy and wrong and uncool.

And I just think that is so stupid.

Okay, I’m not here to defend that burst of emotion.
Not entirely.
Sometimes, it is just too much, too fast.
But on the other hand…

There is something incredibly brave about the willingness to go all in, to leap and hope that someone is there to catch you.
I’m not saying that we should start placing our happiness, our wellbeing, our everythingon a single person, one date in.
But I like you.
I like you doesn’t make you crazy.
I want to try this doesn’t mean you’re going too fast.

I like you. I want to try this.
I want to kiss you and I want to do so unapologetically.
I want to hold your hand in public—I want to declare that I like you, just enough, just for now, so much so that my fingers can’t help but cling to your own.
You and I… there’s something there, there’s something good, and I’d really like to explore it.
Let’s grab a drink (or two or three).
Let’s catch a movie.
Let’s dance in the middle of the day, in the middle of the street, because hell, this is all so exciting.
Let’s try this.
And let’s admit that we want to.

That’s the sort of person I want to be.
And hey, if that means I’m uncool, well, so be it.