Then I realize that maybe all I really want is someone
whom I can call home. Someone who will not only make the
butterflies in my stomach flutter over and over but someone who
will give me security. Someone whom I can wake at 3 in the
morning and not get mad just because I want coffee and we’ll
drive to the nearest coffee shop, buy coffee, sit on the pavement
and talk about life and other stuff. Someone who can understand
that there will be moments of silence but knows that all I really
need is a long hug without asking why. Maybe all I really want is
someone who will always listen to my poems and tell me whether
it’s good or not and not just someone who will praise me all
the time. Someone who will kiss me in the middle of our argument,
whose chest is always available whenever the weight of the world
crashes in. Someone who’s brave enough to face what life has to
offer with me and stay.
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