I hope I can find love.
The type of love that makes you breathless, makes your heart beat faster, makes you want to skip and hop and jump around with child-ish excitement.
Not lust or anything in a sexual way, just the little things. Like the groggy, droopy smiles in the morning. Like the way their eyes light up when they talk about something they enjoy. Like the way they smell. Like the feeling of having them in your arms, close and comforting. Like knowing they love you whole heartedly even for your flaws and quirks.
I wish I could have that love.
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Late Night Writings
RandomLittle things I think about... They might be sappy, maybe a little sad but I want a place to put my vomit of writing ideas.
