There is this guy I’m seeing right now, let’s call him Tim. Tim is different with the guys I ever been with.. it’s not only because of his highly active and sanguine personality *ehem can’t-stop-talking ehem* but he is the only one who can blatantly planning and talking about future as if it were already happened. He is not scared of the future, like most of the people, including me, instead he is totally positive about it.
I admired him for the kind of nerve he has. to be honest, I’ve been thinking about the future as well, yet I tried not to make any plans cos I was afraid it would disappoint me. The problem is, I am a kind of person who easily contents with what I have and sometimes it doesn’t bring me anywhere. Yes, I’m a phlegmatic.
We’ve been together for 10 months now, and guess what.. two days ago he proposed. I didn’t know how to react other than surprised and shocked. I didn’t even know whether I was happy or not. It was just too sudden. And I said yes anyways.
I always knew he is perfect for me, he completes me. We are very different, we’re like two people who are living in different world. My kind of music is the opposite of his. I like to read, he doesn’t. I love everything vintage & eclectic, he believes in modernism. He’s a black and white kinda guy, I’m like the color of rainbow.
I never thought I could be with someone like him before. But what you know and you feel is different. I didn’t even know if I was ready to commit myself. I knew I was thinking too far.. he said if everything’s well we’re getting married next year. At least I have a year to convince myself that this is the time with the right guy. I was scared.. of the future. How if I met someone better? How if it wasn’t working with his family when I have to live with them? How if I get bored of him? I just scared if I regretted and I couldn’t turn back anymore.
Is it because of the cold feet? I don’t know.. only time can tell.
