I want someone to genuinely laugh with. Someone to sit on a couch and watch movies with, while I brush through her hair like a 7 year old. Someone to go to the mall with. Someone to talk intelligently with. Someone who will critique my writing and actions as they should be, not softly. Someone whose hand will fit right in mine. Someone whose eyes I will be able to meet, and I will not have to coward away from them. Someone who won’t be embarrassed about obnoxiously bellowing a “Hello” in the middle of a crowd, or an “I love you” down the hall. Someone who will be the person I once was - carefree and loving.
Someone who will truly understand my love for being alone.
Maybe, just maybe, though, her presence will triumph over being alone. She will meet me and I will ignore her, for days on end. We will become friends, and yet, days will pass without a single word being said between us. Some months later, we will be a couple, and I will still be alone sometimes, but it will be sad, for I will not be talking to her. I’ll call her up in times of boredom, ask her to come over. We’ll dork, we’ll talk, we’ll be stupid and girlfriend-y and use grammatically incorrect words because it’s cute at the moment. Gloriously, we will love, because sometimes, that’s all we ever have.
I want someone to genuinely laugh with. Someone to sit on a couch and watch movies with, while I brush through her hair...
Wow, this came by as “Alone in the Universe” started, and now, I’m sobbing.
You can date me.