I see large block writing, I know immediately what I’m looking at. A Love Actually situation.
I should wait for her to wake up, to do this her way. But when you’ve waited ten damn years…enough.
The first sign simply says Mark.
I slide it aside and read the posters that follow.
I know that as far as plans go,
This one isn’t the most original.
It’s not even my favorite.
For the record, I’d much prefer we live in London,
And that I go door-to-door caroling.
But you like it here, and so…
Here I am.
Telling you on stupid posters.
That I love you.
I all the way love you
No hesitation.
No “I think.”
I love the way you look at me.
The way you challenge me.
The way you’re always there for me,
Even when I don’t deserve it.
I don’t deserve you.
I know that.
I’ve been slow, clueless, and blind.
I’ve looked in all the wrong places for love.
Listened to fortune-tellers instead of my heart,
And trusted horoscopes instead of my heart.
I’m done with that.
You and I are meant to be.
Not because it’s in the stars.
Or a fortune cookie.