Four Seasons Growing Inside Me

Everybody has a person

Well, I don't want him to be perfect at all. I want him to be riddled with flaws that I can fall madly in love with. I want his smile to be just a little bit crooked, so that when he flashes me that toothy grin, all coherent thoughts will leave me. I want him to be okay with going on adventures with me in the woods, and to not panic if we get lost together. My person will smile when I tell him I want to go on a drive, and he will put his hand on my knee and sing along to some awful music that comes on the radio. He will come to music festivals with me and will prefer to camp over staying in a hotel. My person will let me keep all the photos that I take of him when he isn't paying attention. I hope he will enjoy spending hours talking with me about the philosophical things I often find myself contemplating. I want him to understand that I am not as strong as I may seem, and to give me a bear hug when my legs cannot carry me any further. I want him to cuddle with me, all day. At night I hope he's okay with me wrapping my arms around him and burying my face into his sweet scented hair. My person will let me cook for him and I hope he will understand that I will ask him at least five times if it was good. (It usually is). He will accept the fact that I am overprotective and territorial, but know that it's only because I love him. He'll accept me for me, and understand I am a package deal, I don't expect him to love my child but I expect him to love me. I hope he will grow to love me for my little things, like how I have a goofy side grin, and have many body hang ups and extensive awkwardness. My person will get used to me taking him out, and asking to go on road trips with loads of sweets and a camera in his face 24/7. He will smile when he finds the love poems I write and knows their about him. But above all else, my person will be okay with me loving him to the ends of the earth and hopefully find comfort in me that he's had with nobody else. I want him to know he doesn't have to buy me expensive things or anything, that he doesn't have to take me out to a stupid restaurant when we could do something else. I don't want the world or need the world, I just want the little things, like him pushing my hair out of my face, or kissing my forehead.