Well. I just want someone to snuggle next to on the couch, or to trace lines down my arms when they’re listening to me. I just want someone who I can text when I need to talk, or someone who can hold me when I’m scared. I want someone who can look at me like I’m their everything. Someone who can see all the good things in me that I can’t. Someone who can save me from myself. Someone who, when we make eye contact, a story is told and when he sees me, he wraps his arm around my lower back and kisses me softly. I just want someone who will look at me like I’m a mystery, someone who will tolerate all my sarcasm and maybe find me funny. Someone who I can argue with, debate with, compete with. Someone who I’m not afraid to make fun of, and he’s not afraid to make fun of me. I want someone who will go on road trips with me, when I stick my sweaty palm out the window on the highway and the cool breeze wicks away the moisture. My other hand will be grasping his. I would turn to him and smile, and his eyes would smirk beneath his sunglasses. I want someone who I can bury my head into, someone who will make me feel special.
I want someone to share all my experiences with, someone who would be by my side through it all. Someone to make me laugh, someone to make me cry.
I just want someone.