I want somebody to tell me they're proud of me when I get the motivation to take care of myself. I want somebody to tell me they love me, without me asking them to. I want somebody who will text me at random hours because they feel like it. I want somebody to enjoy my company, even if we aren't even doing anything.
I want somebody to enjoy the small things with me. I want somebody who will tell me everything is okay when it feels like my world is falling apart. I want somebody to listen to me, without making me feel like I'm burdening them with the things I say.
I want somebody to take an interest in me as a person, and want to learn more. I want somebody to break down my walls and hold me even though what's inside those walls might not be the prettiest.
I want somebody to care for, when I don't want to care for myself. I want somebody who will care for me the same way. I want to feel loved, without them having to say it. I want to stay up late with somebody, without there being the expectations of more.
I want to go on picnics, and to the zoo. I want to explore the world. I want to hold somebody's hand, just to feel the comfort of somebody else. I want somebody who's okay with just talking, or cuddling, without the expectations of sex.
I want to start my band, and be able to take somebody on tour with me, so I can have them with me everywhere. I want to have a picture of them with me at all times, so even if they aren't physically with me, I'll still have them with me.
I want to kiss somebody passionately after dancing in the midnight rain with them. I want to watch a sunset as our hands find each other, and we just sit there enjoying each other's company. I want to grow old and watch my grandkids running around and playing.
I want to have kids with somebody. I want to raise those kids better than my parents' generation. I want to tell my kids that I love them, all the time, so they never have to guess at whether I truly do or not.
I want more. I want less. I want love. I want hope. I want beauty. I want nature. I want family. I want humor. I want compassion. I want kindness. I want a raging fire that burns in their heart for me.
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RandomThis is just me trying to find a way to get all of the things on my chest off.