He’ll give me his favorite sweatshirt. (especially after he put his cologne on it)
He’ll stay home with me and watch Disney Movies.
And the only person he would ever watch it with would be me.
He’ll call me at 3 AM and ask me what I’m doing.
He’ll tell me he couldn’t fall asleep because he was thinking about me, and he needed to hear my voice.
And he always whispers something sweet in my ear.
He’ll take me to a concert to see his favorite band.
And he won’t get embarrassed to tell me he loves me in front of his friends.
When I cry he’ll tell me I’m too beautiful to and he’ll kiss every tear.
He’ll always make me feel better because he knows the perfect things to say to me.
All of his friends will know we’re in love because he’ll talk about me to them.
He’ll stay up with me all night when I’m sick.
When we’re walking together he’ll stop and pick up a flower and put it behind my ear.
He’ll love everything about me and tell me that I’m perfect.
We always end up laughing about silly fights.
We won’t get mad for making fun of each other because we crack up at every bit of it.
Even if we’re a million years old, butterflies will still go crazy inside of me…every time he kisses me.
He’ll tell me he’d die without me.
He’ll surprise me by bringing me over my favorite food when I’m having a bad day.
He would think I was beautiful if I dressed so crappy it was classy.
When we go out for ice cream, he’ll put some on my nose,then I’ll put some all over his face. And we just never stop laughing.
He wouldn’t be scared to cry in front of me– and would hold me when I cry…
He’ll introduce me to his friends as the coolest girl he’s ever met.
We would have contests of how far we could spit our gum, or how far we could jump off a swing.
He would grab my waist and kiss my neck.
And we’d always take pictures in photo booths.
He’ll let me go places with his mom.
We would play tag and not care whose watching.
We’d kiss in the rain.
And when I hear him speak, I’ll fall in love all over again.
I want a boy who can argue over stupid things with me, and than go totally soft when I got sad and apologize.
I want someone who would lay with me outside under the stars.
Someone who will squirt me with water guns in the house.
When we kissed our hips would be pressed together.
I want someone to be there no matter what … always and forever.
I’ll be his everything.
And he’ll be even more to me.
He will love me for always.
Why did I ever let it go when I already had it? Stupid fucking me.