Life Is Tough, Love Is Even More

It’s been a year! Wow. In case you guys wondering, I’ve grown up. Now I’m in my second semester of college. Life has been good, college is treating me just fine. But apparently my love life isn’t fine, it’s downright tragic. I’m having trouble at making friends here, I used to be an easy going, cheerful kind of girl but now it seems like I set a certain boundary that makes me a bit closed off somehow, and insecure. God why is it so hard to overcome insecurities? It makes me as a pessimist and I don’t like it one bit.

So anyway, I’m going to rant about my friendship and my love life, because I don’t know what else should I write in here, I’m an emotional wreck at the moment, I’m sad, I’m miserable, and the list goes on and on. When I’m comfortable with someone or a group of people, I invest all my trust in them, and I’m having a habit when it comes to love, I always love deeply, I fall all the way in. it’s unhealthy sometimes.

I have some close friends here, they’re pretty nice. They come from different backgrounds and ages, some are way older than me, but all is good. I met a lot of new people in here, and I happened to take a huge liking to someone in here as well. Too bad life doesn’t always go as the plan, me and him are just not meant to be, or at least that’s what I’m believing.

I was the one who made a move on him, I messaged him through LINE and he didn’t reply immediately, it took him 2 weeks to reply. Oh I forgot to mention though, he’s not the biggest fish in pond, he’s not the kind of guy that you’d fall at the first glance but once you see right through him, you couldn’t help but fall, deeply. Well I did.

You know what they say about how cruel this world is, and life likes to play game, twist each and everyone’s plot lives. That, happened to me. One of my closest friends takes an interest on the same guy as me, surprise surprise? What hurt me the most is, the fact that she knows damn well about how I feel toward him, yet she keeps on taunting me by getting even more close to him. God, I sounded like a bitch blaming my friend of my heartache. I just can’t help myself, I’m hurt, terribly. I was the first one who saw him, the first one who fell yet I am the one who lost. But I’m a coward, I’m avoiding a competition, I don’t want to fight, especially not with my closest friend.

I am learning that when love wants to stay, it will stay. And I am learning when love wants to go, it will go. I’m trying to tell myself that if something is meant to be mine then never in any way it’ll be someone else’s. If something is meant to be mine then whatever obstacle that gets in the way will be overcome because this thing and I are meant to be. If something is meant to be mine then the wait will be worth it. If something is meant to be mine, I have to be patient. 

But I can’t deny the anxiety of not knowing whether this thing that I want will indeed be mine. Not to mention, how entitled it is to expect that certain thing is meant to be mine. Like, who am I to claim that I am the right person? How can I be sure there’s no one else deserves it but myself? 

Oh this guilt. This toxic overthinking.

And how can you tell something isn’t yours? They say if something is meant to be yours then it should fall into place easily, but they also say that good things take time and effort - so how do you know? When should one stop waiting and trying?

But I know that it will hurt more than one people if I keep on living in this blurry line, and it’s not that he doesn’t worth a fight, no, because he deserves a fight, and he is so gaddamn special, but I can’t fight with someone else, if I can’t even fight with myself, my toxic overthinking self, my insecurities, I gotta fight it all first. So I'm letting him go, for he is to find what's meant to be his. It is hard, but from where I'm about to bury him, the most beautiful flowers will bloom.

Adieu

Banyak banget belakangan ini kejadian-kejadian yang bikin gue berpikir keras. Semakin hari semakin sadar, bahwa apa yang ada di depan mata gue sekarang gak selamanya akan selalu ada. Gak ada jaminan bahwa orang-orang  yang ada di sekeliling gue akan selalu ada.

Rasanya baru kemarin, gue ngerasain yang namanya Ujian Nasional di SMP, sibuk daftar SMA, sibuk ikut MOS, dan gak kerasa dalam 2 hari lagi gue bakal menghadapi Ujian Nasional terakhir di SMA.

Gue itu observer. Tiap lagi duduk di dalam kelas, atau lagi duduk di koridor sekolah, gue suka ngamatin mereka; orang-orang itu yang udah hampir 3 tahun ini berseliweran di depan retina mata gue. Mereka yang dalam beberapa bulan, bahkan beberapa minggu lagi gak bakal gue lihat. Mereka yang sebentar lagi bakal sibuk dengan dunia perkuliahan masing-masing.

Kata orang masa SMA itu masa yang paling indah, and I guess that’s true.

Mengutip dari film Alexandria; “Kamu tahu apa yang paling mahal di dunia ini? Detik yang baru aja lewat. Karna kita gak akan bisa ngebeli itu lagi.” Kalimat itu bener-bener ngena, dan sekarang ini, bener-bener menohok sampe ke ulu hati kalo gue mikirin saat-saat perpisahan.

Sebentar lagi masa SMA gue akan berakhir, bentar lagi gak akan gue lihat orang-orang berseragam putih abu-abu mondar-mandir di koridor sekolah. Bentar lagi kita semua akan pisah. Beberapa dari temen-temen gue akan ada yang sekolah disini, disitu, di kota ini, di kota itu, bahkan di negara lain. Mereka semua akan tersebar, berusaha untuk meraih impian mereka masing-masing.

Begitupun dengan gue, kemungkinan gue kuliah di luar kota itu, pasti ada. Mungkin, rezeki gue gak di Jakarta. Siapa tau gue rezekinya di sana, entah dimana tempat yang udah Tuhan rencanakan untuk gue. Kemungkinan untuk LDR dengan orang tua juga pasti ada, mereka yang selama 17 tahun ini selalu ada di sisi gue yang udah membesarkan gue sampe sejauh ini. Dan dengan waktu yang ada, gue berusaha untuk bisa menghabiskan waktu sama orang tua gue, nikmatin quality time yang ada.

The hardest part in life is saying goodbye, ketika lo udah nyaman sama sekeliling lo dan lo sadar bahwa your time is up.

One day, we’ll stare at the school gate for the last time, throw our books away, and kiss our uniforms goodbye, say goodbye to those people who have watched us grow and have grown together with us and give the tightest hug to them.

Tapi satu hal yang bikin gue senyum ketika mikirin tentang perpisahan ini, yaitu karena gue tau bahwa setelah ini gue dan temen-temen gue akan menata masa depan, kita semua akan menggapai mimpi kita, and the thought of it is exciting. Yang ada di depan kita, yang ada di luar sana, yang bakal kita hadapin emang gak akan selalu mudah tapi gue percaya ketika waktu memberikan kesempatan buat kita , kita akan bertemu dengan senyum lebar dan dengan bangga bilang “we made it!”.

And in our remaining time, sahabat, maukah kau mengukir hari-hari indah yang suatu hari nanti, ketika kita sudah bisa menopang hidup dengan keringat kita sendiri, akan kita kenang dengan senyum merekah dan rasa rindu yang mendalam?

Sukses terus untuk Samagata Akusara! 

Karena kita datang bersama untuk menggapai sukses bersama.

Mr. Fiction

When I was 4 I asked my mom to buy me a princess gown for my birthday, at that time I felt like a princess in the movie, with the tiara on top of my head, beautiful gown, and clacking-heels. I read and watched a lot of princesses stories. To put on a list; Cinderella, Beauty and The Beast, Little Mermaid, Alladin, Rapunzel, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, etcetera. You know the end of their stories, their happily ever after with their princes.

Cinderella, unfortunate girl, who doesn’t have anyone but herself to rely on. She wears ugly clothes, she lives with her cruel stepmother and stepsisters. She sounded like a sad story, told twice over. But then one night, everything changes. I wonder, why would the prince go after her? How come he falls for her? He doesn’t even know her traits whatsoever. But then again, Cindy is pretty. When I was a kid I wanted to have pretty hair, pretty face, pretty skin. I wanted to be physically pretty, so I could find my prince charming.

When I’ve come of age, I read a lot of literature novels, mostly romance. I have a long list of the literature heroes, villains, and the tritagonists. Unlike those childhood stories, literature novels have become more complex, and I love the complexity of it. A good story leads me to a good ending. I didn’t like reading books with sad endings, because it just not right. A good book always has a happy ending, I thought. I wanted to be Elizabeth so I could end up with my very own Darcy. I didn’t want to be Catherine who went off with the wrong prince charming. I wanted to go for a prince charming, not the villain, the bad guy. I wanted my very own mister fiction as what romance movies and books would describe.

I am a hopeless romantic, my heart flutters whenever I read or watch romantic scenes. Warm spreads through my body. The girl in the book, or movie usually described as the pretty one. I once watched Ugly Betty and it felt off when he ended up with her charming boss, an ugly girl does not belong with a prince charming, I thought. But as i grew up I started seeing thigs in different way. I realized that, you can’t demand anything to be perfect, you can’t always be pretty. And I am not physically pretty. For once i felt like the ugly betty waiting for her charming boss to sweep her off her feet.

I have a friend, she liked a guy, a prince charming kind of guy. She made a move but you know, turned out a prince charming so called guy was a douche. She came to me and cried. She told me that he said, to quote what he said; “you’re a nice girl, but look at me and look at you.” That was just so cruel, he basically told her that she wasn’t pretty. Ugh what an absolute jerk. But after a couple of months, I found out that my friend found someone, someone that I’d classify as the villain of the story. Why? Because this guy used to picked up on my friend, but then he turned out to be the hero of the story. He made my friend happy.

I have this theory, that sometimes weare blinded with a pretty face, dresses, clacking-heels, and a tiara. That makes us think; without them we would never meet our prince charming. But you know what? Sometimes the prince charming is just too busy of being charming which turns out to be cocky and obnoxious.

I met someone, we disagree to a lot of things. One time, he said that life is unfair, but I said that life is fair because it’s unfair to everyone. And for the first time he agreed with me. As we talked and talked, we have gotten to know more about each other, and guess what? Shockingly, we actually have a lot in common. I like radiohead, he does too. I like movies, he does too. I like books, and he does too. He was a villain of the story, but the villain turned out to be quite charming, that he swept me off my feet. Your biggest enemy sometimes can be your best friend. Well, me and him didn’t last long but at least I’ve known what it felt like to have my Mr. Fiction. The new version of my Mr. Fiction.

I’m not insecure, I am quite confident. I may not be the prettiest girl in town, I can’t make a guy falls for me with my physical appearance. But I’m sure I can make a guy fall for me with my mind. I don’t want to be the ugly betty, but I don’t want to be a princess anymore too. The Prince in Cinderella’s story never really know what’s in Cindy’s mind. All he knows is that Cindy has a pretty face. And I don’t want that kind of story.

I’m just gonna live my life to the fullest, maybe if I’m lucky I’ll find my Mr. Fiction, half villain and half hero, as long as he knows what I’m capable to do with my mind then just be it. Because this is a real life, there’s no such thing as the perfect prince charming. No more Elizabeth and Darcy. It'll just be Clara and Her (real life) Mr. Fiction.

Sooooo, fingers crossed everyone! :)

Akan Ada Hari

Akan ada hari, dimana aku dan kamu bukanlah dua orang. Melainkan satu merangkai hidup di dalam kisah berjudul ‘Kita’.

Akan ada hari, dimana aku menyiapkan sarapan untukmu dengan senang hati. Dan mengantarmu pergi hingga senja datang dan kau kembali.

Akan ada hari, dimana aku menunggumu di balik pintu. Menjaga hangat kopi, untuk diteguk setelah lelahmu.

Akan ada hari, dimana seluruh doa akan terucap dari bibirmu. Yang akan kuamini juga didalam hati.

Akan ada hari, dimana kamu akan berbaring tepat di sampingku. Membelai halus rambutku sembari bersenandung kecil menjemput lelap.

Akan ada hari, dimana kita akan menangis bahagia. Memandang sosok mungil, yang mewarisi sebagian parasmu, dan sebagian tingkahku.

Akan ada hari, dimana aku akan berlaku egois. Lalu kamu berpaling pergi, namun tersadar bahwa segalanya patut diperjuangkan.

Akan ada hari, dimana hitam berubah menjadi abu-abu. Muda menjadi tua, kecil menjadi besar, hari ini, esok, dan seterusnya menjadi kenangan.

Akan ada hari, dimana kita melihat nisan. Dan memesan sepetak lahan, berdampingan. Untuk nanti, ketika hari esok tak ada lagi.

Akan ada hari, entah kau, atau aku yang merana. Karena salah satu dari kita, akan pergi lebih dulu. Meninggalkan dunia, melepaskan fana, menjemput akhir kisah.

Entah kapan, tapi pasti hari itu akan datang, menutup buku kehidupan kita, dalam satu kata; ‘TAMAT’.

Apakah Kamu?

Apakah itu kamu?

Angin yang mengipas lukaku dan meniup air mataku?

Apakah itu kamu?

Api yang menghangatkan kalbu, melahap kayu rinduku hingga menjadi abu?

Apakah itu kamu?

Tanah tempat berpijak. Menopang tegapku memetik langit dan menumpahkan hujan tawa untuk kau sesapi?

Apakah itu kamu?

Air yang melarutkan benciku, dan menenggelamkanku di lautan merah jambu?

Apakah itu kamu?

Udara yang ku hembus, oksigen yang membuatku bertahan, jika tanpamu aku akan kaku disesaki kenangan?

Apakah itu kamu?

Pelengkap semua elemenku. Tanah, api, air, dan udara bagiku. Katakana iya, maka sempurnalah aku.

Ya, aku harap itu kamu...

I Know

I know I love you

Because everytime I see you my eyes light up

I get shy, I blush for no apparent reason

I laugh like a fool, I smile at the simple thought of you

I know I love you

Because every time our knees brush I get goosebumps

My hands get sweaty, I get nervous

Because you are the only one that makes me feel vulnerable

I know I love you

Because every time you hug me, I get a little dizzy

I can feel my heart as if it was about to jump out of my chest

I hear my heartbeat, I try to cover up my loud breath

I know I love you

Because my skin always tingles under your touch

My mind never lets go of you, my eyes never get tired of seeing you

My lips miss the kiss you have never given me, my fingers miss yours intertwined with them

My ears miss your unsaid soft words coming out of your mouth as whispers

I know I love you

Because if I once had you, I would never let you go.

Breathless

You are a good book I can’t put down yet

A good book isn’t always perfect

There will always be a better book

Waiting for me at the end

Those books aren’t meant for everyone

But for some reason you want to read them

But if you cheat and never finish,

the other will never be as good

An unfinished ending leads us nowhere

It leads us to return because we crave the end

We crave to know if indeed the good book,

ended in a way that would have left us breathless

And you indeed have left me breathless

But it’s too late,

someone has already picked you up

and has decided not to let you go

and no matter how many copies I read

they will never be exactly,

like the first one I held.

Depiction

I wonder if he wears slippers around the house

Or what drink he always orders at restaurants

Or what his last thoughts are before his eyes close for the night

I wonder what his hair smells like

Or what his skin feels like

Or why he got each of the inked marks on his skin

I wonder if he prefers texting or calling

Or if his mother sang him lullabies when he was a child

Or what he feels when he hears the rain falling

But, I’m never going to know what it’s like,

to feel his skin pressed against mine,

or know what he likes in his coffee,

or even if he likes coffee

And I wonder why I love stranger with all my heart

And why someone who doesn’t even know my name,

means more to me,

than I mean to myself.

Terlalu Cepat

Hari ini aku bangun terlalu cepat dari biasanya. Sudah dari semalam aku mengingatkan diriku untuk bangun lebih siang. Namun pagi ini badan ku seperti memberontak dan bangun dengan sendirinya.

Hari ini aku menonton film untuk membunuh waktu. Sudah 3 film ku tonton pikir ku tiba waktu senja untuk memunculkan semburat oranyenya tapi begitu ku lirik jam di dinding, bukan waktunya untuk senja menampakkan diri, waktu yang ku habiskan terlalu cepat, kurang lama untuk menyambut senja.

Hari ini aku berkunjung ke rumah teman yang sangat berjauhan dari rumah ku. Sudah kuperkirakan akan pulang pada saat langit sudah gelap, namun ternyata aku pulang terlalu cepat.

Hari ini aku melihat senja. Sudah lama aku tidak melihat nya. Begitu cantik dan romantis. Warna nya yang kuning agak sedikit oranye membuat hati yang dingin pun terasa hangat. Senja begitu special bagiku. Karena dengan maupun tidak dengan pasangan, tetap indah bagiku. Namun sore ini senja serasa terlalu cepat menghilang. Sangat terlalu cepat.

Hari ini aku diingatkan masa lalu yang sempat menghantuiku. Masa lalu yang tidak ingin aku lupakan, namun tak ingin aku ingat-ingat. Bergejolak dengan batin yang tak tau harus bertindak apa. Kuputuskan untuk menghiraukan nya. Menghiraukan masa-masa yang terlalu cepat berakhir.

Hari ini teman-teman ku menunaikan ibadah puasa. Jalanan seperti biasa diramaikan dengan dagangan makanan kaki lima yang khas. Asap sate melayang-layang diatas kepalaku, manisan-manisan yang menggiurkan bertaburan dimana-mana. Aku teringat dengan kejadian buka puasa yang ternyata terjadi di bulan puasa tahun lalu. Mengapa waktu terasa sangat cepat?


Hidup terkadang membawa kita dengan kecepatan yang tidak menentu. Waktu seakan-akan mempermainkan kita. Kadang dibawa begitu lambat, kadang agak cepat dan bahkan terlalu cepat.

Pernahkan kamu berpikir bahwa hidup ini semua serba terlalu cepat?


Terlalu cepat memulai, terlalu cepat mengakhiri.
 Terlalu cepat berpikir, terlalu cepat membuat keputusan.
Terlalu cepat percaya, terlalu cepat kecewa.
Terlalu cepat terbiasa, terlalu cepat melupakan.

Sering sekali aku menyadari kebiasaan ku yang terlalu cepat. Namun kali ini, bisakah waktu diperlambat? Sedikit saja.

Yin Maka Yang

Kata Yinyang, ada orang-orang berbeda sifat yang ditakdirkan untuk hidup bersama karena mereka saling melengkapi.

Kataku, kau yang pujangga tidak mungkin tahan bersebelahan lama-lama dengan seorang gila matematika. Kataku, kau harus mencari lawan main dari liga yang sama. Warna yang sejenis.

Tidak, Yinyang memaksa.

Hubungan itu seperti bahtera, tidak bisa berat ke salah satu sisi kalau tak mau tenggelam. Harus seimbang kiri-kanan.

Terserah.

Lalu hari itu aku berjalan menyusuri taman bintang untuk bertemu kekasih pujaan.

Kami sudah lama saling mengedipi satu sama lain. Jika tidak terpisah jutaan kilometer jauhnya, mungkin kami sudah menjadi sepasang kekasih yang dielu dan irikan temanku. Dia mengeluarkan sinar di galaksi lain, dan aku terperangkap di bumi. Namanya bintang.

Bukan, bukan kejora yang dinikmati banyak orang. Ini bintang pribadiku sendiri.

Teori Yinyang jelas salah.

Aku dan dia sama-sama cerah berpendar. Reaksi helium dan hidrogen di permukannya memancar, begitu pula aku dengan auraku yang menurut mereka membuat segan.

Aku dan dia sama-sama menjadi pusat gravitasi. Kami independen dan tidak bergantung pada sebuah inti, planet-planet justru berputar mengitari kami.


Lihat itu, Yinyang. Aku dan bintang adalah kembar, adalah sama. Kami tidak beda.

Kemudian kulihat mereka.

Sepasang kekasih, sang gadis dengan gitar terpasang di punggung dan kekasihnya yang berkacamata setebal botol susu.

Yang laki-laki berkemeja membosankan, memohon agar pujaannya menyanyi. Lagu favoritku, pintanya. Lalu permohonan dikabulkan. Si pria bersenandung mengiringi dengan nada lebih sumbang dari klakson metromini, namun wajah lebih bahagia dari supir yang mendapat pemasukan berlimpah. Dia tak perlu mengerti kunci G, Am, atau C, dia hanya tahu hatinya berlompatan melihat gadisnya bernyanyi dengan senyum termanis di dunia.

Selesai.

Ini tengah malam. Ayo pulang, katanya. Bergandengan tangan, dua dunia berbeda, bergerak ke arah selatan.

Sejenak hitam bertemu putih. Sepercik warna abu hadir mengganggu.

Aku berpikir lagi.

Mereka tak mungkin sama. Jengkal manapun dari isi otak mereka pasti beda bentuk dan dimensi. Kon, tras. Kontras.

Itu yang kubilang dari tadi, sambar Yinyang.

Yang berbeda memang harus bersatu. Agar harmonis, agar seimbang. Kalian yang sama harus berpisah, ibarat enzim kalian bukan jodoh dari yang lain. Berpisahlah.

Kuberitahu satu hal, Yinyang. Kecocokan itu manusia yang tentukan. Yang sama bisa klop, yang beda pun bisa pas.

Kau boleh pakai baju biru di atas celana biru, tapi baju biru di atas celana hitam pun tak kalah sedap dipandang.

Sama, beda, kalau cinta, maka apa daya.

Judul

Namanya Judul.

Tempatnya di atas, hanya terdiri dari dua sampai lima kata, tapi dibebani sebagai perwakilan utama dari paragraf-paragraf panjang. Dianggap dewa dan tertera di setiap sampul. Disalahkan jika gagal menarik hati pembaca.

Judul sering dimetaforakan sebagai pintu utama yang bisa mengundang atau mengusir tamu dari teras untuk masuk ruang tengah sebuah kisah.

“Karena dia aku bahkan tak dibaca!” ujar Paragraf Pertama.
“Dan jika kau saja dilewati, apalagi aku!” sahut Paragraf Di Bawahnya.
“Baiklah, teman-teman, kita harus buat sebuah kesepakatan. Ini bukan salah Judul. Terkadang aku yang seharusnya simpel dibuat terlalu menjelimet sehinggga orang muak.” bela Kesimpulan.
“Sudah! Diam kalian semua! Aku Judul. Aku yang sejak awal menyanggupi tugas ini. Kalau dianggap Dewa, aku harus siap dengan konsekuensinya. Kalian diam saja dan laksanakan tugas dengan baik!” akhirnya Judul angkat bicara.

Lalu semua terdiam.

“Bagaimana jika kau sendiri gagal menarik mata-mata pembeli?” tantang Tanda Baca memecah kesunyian.
“Aku… Akan mundur. Kalian boleh bunuh aku. Jadilah kisah indah tanpa Judul. Biarkan sampul itu kosong tak bertuan, kalau itu yang kalian mau. Semoga kalian sanggup.”
“Kau serius?”
“Terkadang aku pun lelah menjadi Judul. Aku ingin ber-reinkarnasi dan lahir kembali sebagai Isi. Atau Koma.”

Tanpa disangka, percakapan barusan didengar oleh Sang Penulis. Penghapus pun diambil, dan sesuai permintaan Judul, ia lenyap menjadi noda pada karet. Tidak diganti, pula tidak lahir kembali.

Semoga engkau bahagia di alam sana, doa Kata dan Kalimat.

Date A Guy Who Sings

(This is another version of Rosemarie Urquico’s ‘Date A Girl Who Reads’.)

Date a guy who sings. Date a guy who spends his money on new guitar strings instead of cigarettes. He has problems with iPod space because he has too many good songs. Date a guy who has a list of CDs he wants to buy, who has sung for his mother since he was twelve.

Find a guy who sings. You’ll know that he does because he will always hum while waiting at the bus stop. He’s the one lovingly tapping his feet to the ground when he listens to the song he loves. You see the weird gentleman smiling on the CD cover in the second hand music store? That’s the singer. They can never resist playing the songs on their guitar, especially when they have great lyrics.

He’s the guy singing while walking to the hall before that general lecture. If you peek on his iPod screen, the battery is running low because he’s kind of engrossed in the rhythm already. Lost in a world of the musician’s making. Walk by. He might give you a glare, as most guys who sing do not like to be interrupted. Ask him if he likes the song.

Walk together to the main building.

Let him know what you really think of John Mayer. See if he got through the songs of Room for Squares. Understand that if he says he completely understood the meaning of his songs he’s saying that to sound intelligent. Ask him if he loves Jason Mraz or he would like to be Jason.

It’s easy to date a guy who sings. Give him a CD for his birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give him the gift of rythms, in songs or played tunes. Give him The Script, Maroon 5, or D’Sound. Let him know that you understand that tones are love. Understand that he knows the difference between songs and reality but by God, he’s going to try to make his life a little like his favorite song. It will never be your fault if he does.

He has to give it a shot somehow.

Sing wrong pitch to him. If he understands rhythm, he will understand you need to do it. Behind tones are other things: lyrics, meanings, soul. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail him. Because a guy who sings knows that failure always leads up to the chorus. Because guys who sing understand that all things will come to an end. That you can always create another verse. That you can begin again and again and still be the master of song. That life is meant to have a wrong pitch or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Guys who sing understand that people, like pre-chorus, develop. Except in jazz songs.

If you find a guy who sings, keep him close. When you find him up at 2 AM playing a guitar on his chest and weeping, make him a cup of tea and hold him. You may lose him for a couple of hours but he will always come back to you. He’ll talk as if the lyrics in the song are real, because for a while, they always are.

He will propose on one of his gigs. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time he’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst or flown out of your chest yet. You will write the songs of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. He will introduce your children to the classic kid songs, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and he will sing Ronan Keating under his breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a guy who sings because you deserve it. You deserve a guy who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give him monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a guy who sings.

Or better yet, date a guy who creates songs.