“I work in the mafia.” I say the dreaded words for the first time ever to someone that’s so deeply special to me. You probably don’t even know it, but you’re more than just a date to me. It sounds a little dramatic, but I’ve always struggled with finding someone so perfect, always struggled with love. Now I have you, and you’re just.. fantastic.

I’ve been going on these dates with you for atleast 6 months now, nothings official but I just have a feeling that you’re the one for me. I find myself easing up to you more than any other date I’ve ever been on, you have a calming aura and it seriously does reflect onto other people. You’re well mannered and just overall stunning.

I know that I can’t fully commit to you unless I tell you what I do and how you take it. I won’t force you to commit with me, because if you don’t like what I do then that’s completely understandable because who in the right mind gets themselves involved with the mafia? I hope you’re in the left mind.

… I think I’m funny.

I watch as your eyes search mine, but I keep my expression unreadable so I get your complete raw response. I need it, I don’t want you faking anything to me because this is serious business.