The Best Part of my Day

Well, it’s impactful to start an article that I promise won’t turn into a full encyclopedia. Times have changed, and I’ve embraced that change. A few months ago, I decided to focus completely on my ideas, especially on the things that genuinely make me believe I can make a difference. In the middle of that good phase, a girl started helping me with one of my biggest dreams, something I imagined and have been working hard to make real.

Yes, the path has been demanding, but I won’t be dishonest and pretend I’ve been through endless struggles when that’s not the case. I set out on this journey alone, mentally preparing to reach the finish line on my own, but then she showed up. She helps me get closer to that checkered flag every day, and somewhere along the way, we built something real between us.

Most of the time, I don’t even know what to say, and I hide that well by talking about my own situations or by joking as much as the space between us allows.
I talk to her more than I talk to 99% of people, and that’s something I never expected, but now I admit it. I went from seeing her as someone helping me out of goodwill with my projects, to someone who is my partner.

If I were to talk about her properly, I’d spend the entire night writing about the emotions she makes me feel every single day, or the way she expresses herself, so different from anyone else. Being with her is more than just being with someone.

I find it fascinating how I can describe her as imperfect, yet she makes me want to embrace those imperfections. I know that half of them were shaped by life itself. And I’ve told her how gentle she can be, even in situations where that same kindness could hurt her.

I don’t know…
I feel like I like her more than I should, and that she likes me more than she wants to admit. I sense a lot of fear on her side. But I try to keep things light, respecting something that’s common to all of us, fear.

Still, I miss her. Her scent. The few, but good moments of physical closeness. Her mischievous smile. The incredibly bad jokes that somehow only she can make work.

I like having her close, not distant. I hate feeling that emotionally she’s not fully there yet, but every day I feel like she could be.

She’s part of my day. A day that doesn’t last longer than anyone else’s, but in those fourteen hours, more or less, that I’m active, I find myself spending a good part of them just living my life a little happier because she’s in it.

Maybe the imperfection between us is exactly what we need. Because in the middle of all this uncertainty, I know that every day I try to put a smile on her face, even if it costs me a terrible joke that only she finds funny.

I like her because she doesn’t try to be perfect. She tries to be better. She doesn’t suffocate me, and even if she did… I’d probably laugh it off.

Those rough edges we keep smoothing out every day, they pull me in even more.

From the few things I’ve said about her to someone I trust, I once said:
“She’s different from anything we’re used to, but if you really get to know her, it’s hard not to fall for that simple kind of charm.”

Because I did. And I’m not that easy. At least, I don’t think I am.

I like her. The way she is. And I think I want her, for myself. For that, I expect her to look at what the future has for her, and the evolving seed between us, almost like forgetting all the sorrow from past relationships. Our present has been too good to not being worth of a shot. 

All that’s left is to accept reality and live day by day, because everything has been flowing well without unnecessary weight. But yes, she has become one of the reasons I smile more. I won’t deny that. And I want that to last.

Let me take care of you, properly this time. Because the care we could have for each other… it’s already part of our lives. In the end, I feel like we are still far from reaching what we are meant to.

Don´t forget, it´s not your first rodeo around here Bru: https://innera.co.in/blogs/relationships/god-damn-it