I wanna be with somebody who makes me feel drunk, even when I'm sober.
Somebody who likes flowers, especially when I'm holding them.
Somebody who likes live music and can hear it when they look at me. Their heart starts thumping so loudly that it seems like the bass and the drums are competing for my attention.
Somebody who believes in the weird things in life and disagrees just to see how passionate I am when I debate about it.
Somebody who likes cars. The kind that'll take us far away from this place, because home is where your heart lies.
Somebody who makes me cry hard by being humorous and by breaking me.
Somebody who is open and real and raw and honest and patient and strong and wise and witty and passionate and just as lovely as they know they should be.
Somebody who asks questions and cares about the answers.
Somebody who loves.
Somebody who cares.
Somebody who smiles.
Somebody who speaks up.
Somebody, anybody, who is that and more that I couldn't even imagine.
Somebody that I can be good enough for.
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Non-FictionHonestly, this is more or less an online diary. All I do is rant on and on and talk about life. Twitter: @lelabelle7 Instagram: lelabelle90 its_art_dad
