Life imitates fandom
My friends know me as a cool, silent type. I scoff at lovey-dovey stuff. Happy endings are not my thing. I roll my eyes at rom-coms. And then something - or better yet, someone - happens and I turn into a big puddle of romantic goo. She looks at me with those pretty, pretty blue eyes, she smiles at me mischievously like she does, she giggles and then bursts into a fit of laughter and all I can do is look at her and just drink in the sight trying to remain that facade of cool I'm so famous for. But on the inside I'm melting away like the big sap that I actually am.
Allow me to be a fangirl once again and demonstrate last two weeks on my life: those of you who are familiar with X:WP fandom know that epic scene at the ending of Many Happy Returns. You know the look in the big warrior's eyes as the woman across from her unscrolls the poem she got for her birthday and realizes what it is. That's the kind of look I have most of the time when I'm with Sasha and her blue eyes sparkle back at me or when she gives me a smile.
And, right now, I'm just grinning like an idiot.