The “perfect” type

I want us to be comfortable with each each other. I want us to see each other at our worst and still say I love you. I want to be able to wrap my arms around you with you not wearing make-up, say that you’re beautiful and actually mean it. We can sit there, dazed, butterflies rumbling through our tummies, sweaty palms and chap lips and it’ll all be worth it just to be there. Even if we never see each other as much, just know that every time I’m with you, it’s my favorite day. Your bed is pretty comfy to lay on, we don’t need to have sex. We can cuddle, lay there and talk, or fall asleep on each other. I give you little kisses, you give me little licks, I give you hickeys even though you’ll get in trouble with your mom, you slap me, and then I play mad. We make up as if nothing happened.

I want this. I want you. I’ve learned from my past, I’ve learned from my mistakes. I promise I won’t rush and make big mistakes I’ll regret later. I just hope this will be different.


•will call just to hear my voice.
•will say i love you every minute.
•holds my hand and clasps it tightly but gently.
•looks at me eye to eye.
•will pinch my cheeks.
•sings a song even he doesn’t have a good voice.
•will stay besides you because he knows that you have a problem.